Written by: Satish Verma

No speculation. A meaningful 
dialogue must start, when you 
are surrounded by a dust? 
belt and fading stars. There 
was no resurgence? 
of hope. No purpose was put forward, 
no incubation was held and 
there was a stillbirth every time you coneived.

You strive in violence, in 
turbulence. That unsettles me. 
The churning throws up 
the urn of venom. The followers of 
death will seek non-existence. 
Within space and void, you wanted 
fusion of belief and destiny. The 
slow climb of thoughts, 
will that evolve the mind further ?

Satish Verma