Tantalus

Tonight a dark force enters my room I will play with planets to decide the course of my destiny. A future has been tied to my past. Such pain, strange exorcism, the evil spirit stains the bed. When I squeeze the eyes fog deepens. It hides the treasure of subtle creation. Every thing is turning into black energy I stop thinking. A pretention of kindness, and monumental grace play to stop the suicide after loss of standing harvest. The hope has been abducted for a ransom of a child. There is rape of a classical painting. Corridors of power resound with promises styles smashed, seeds thrown randomly on the land of guilt. We will wait for the showers to come. SATISH VERMA