The spirit of hollow ideal <br />was not the thing, <br />I remained inconsolable. <br />Truth demanded endless pursuit. <br />The helplessness of the beaten days <br />was unfit for the night of terror. <br />The false paradigm could not ignite the flame. <br /> <br />The shadows collapsed <br />and thoughts walked in dark <br />into the trap. <br />Perfect splash of impulsive drive, <br />and movement of matter <br />created hallucinations. <br />and the conduct of freezing moments <br />had no parallel. <br />Cutting edge was evident. <br /> <br />How truth saved its pain, <br />of telling a heart <br />the death of a silent dream. <br />The vision went blind. <br />Faithful figures did not write the wrong texts. <br />Escape from territory was complete <br />and tracks were obliterated.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tracks-were-obliterated/
