The Twilight

You start abbreviating the pretention, caring for the end of a perennial revenge – of slain truth, finding depth in arguments which will spawn more violence. Come my friend, come. Sit with me. Let us search together the solitary death in living past. Ultimate space was a great deception of the eternal silence. Clayey mood again depicts the pain between your moons. I go for a play in dust of time. The beats of heart will not wear a sword now. One hope finds a moon-belt on the hills where the shadows walk with stars. I will wait for the sun to rise. Satish Verma