Wisdom

I will deceive the immortality in my inadequacy, between myself and a messy belief. The sky cracks open. One unreal moon slaps the dark clouds. You want to rest on my shoulder till eternity. The silence leads to nothingness. Over the rifts, space and time eyes stalk the hands. You cannot write your name. You will not move a step, I will not stay for long. The distance will defend us both. SATISH VERMA