Waiting To Blink

Eating circles in the sky I ask you to step outside the space. It was time ! I will alter the succession of flesh to spirit. Sky was overcast, when mercury was falling. The thread breaks. Your theory falls without wings. Chandeliers chase the- shadows on the walls. You start collecting the tomorrow and the morrows. There were no more yester- days. Ashes will stay in urns. The grass remains wet with dew ! SATISH VERMA