Have you tasted the silk
in the pit of snakes...

When you were searching an answer in
questions...

It was always painful to remember the suicide
of a painter...

Words were unable to explain
the darkness of unholy marriage...

There were two shades of truth.
All the facts were true...

It comes suddenly like a flash,
in some intimate moment...

Leaving the faint traces,
of some diluted thoughts...

We did not concede,
textured life was absurd...

The sludge rattles as you tilt on one side
heat and dust swirl around you...

No ending of the story. The loose thread hangs.
Journey again starts at the termination...

Like burning coals on the tongue
the words smoulder the ardour...

It was fear and anguish.
You were talking about evil. Returning...