Sysiphus

Let it go, do not touch it, you had been negating the bare truth. I was part of you once at the shore of tragedy. Life was treacherous and I was free to laugh. Come September and I will be chasing the fireflies again. How time takes revenge from the innocent commitments ? You start returning to your roots and I was still surfeiting on the secret fidelity. Where was the need to be tied down to god ? No body was honest to forsake the fear of nameless nemesis. The myth of rock still haunts. Water still boils under the clay. Petals fly in dark alleys and I cannot find the door. SATISH VERMA