By Marieta Maglas and Dr. Subhendu Kar <br /> <br />The moon gleams descend to rock the night, where <br />the void of universe haunts the dreams, in which <br />the music of nightmares glitters within yet without. <br />The arm of silence is a limb of pain. The death is <br />dancing with the life, while keeping everything in white- <br />the coats, the walls, the beds and the skin of patients. <br /> <br />Some rays of light make slalom among planets, when their stars <br />are pulsing spumes of life to travel from one end to another one. <br /> <br />The patients are as dancing skeletons needing love and <br />air for a good new breath. Their nightmares are loaned <br />by the void flounces, and fear to fall. In this place, people <br />do not fight one another. The fight is inside and in self. The <br />fear hides behind the windows. It becomes a rabbit to jump <br />into souls. The joy cries in pain to withstand the oddities <br />of life.The hope dissipates in quiet lounges to smell like <br />illness, or cheap food and to flow into the longing to belong. <br /> <br />Some rays of light make slalom among planets, when their stars <br />are pulsing spumes of life to travel from one end to another one. <br /> <br /> <br />Some patients leave their beds go to nowhere in search for the <br />grain of the universe. Mars is that red planet waiting at the green. <br />The quest still persists to pursue all through this disastrous existence. <br />The doctors are scared of not being able to save their patients with <br />their kisses flossed on lips to radiate, when the patients have attacks <br />of not being able to breathe. Dreams desiccates the breeze of death. <br /> <br /> <br />Some rays of light make slalom among planets, when their stars <br />are pulsing spumes of life to travel from one end to another one.<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hospital-bop-poetry/
