For a patch of happiness <br />you rushed into the arms <br />of clouds. Only to fall back with tears. <br />The glazing authority of moon <br />hangs on the poverty of spiked wisdom. <br />Betrayal is the norm of celestial thinking; <br />how can you accept a dropp of death? <br /> <br />What is your motive <br />in watching the pain? <br />A path, a tunnel, <br />a precipice. The collage of purity <br />has the innocence of sorrow. <br />And truth, sails like a phoenix. <br />There is complete silence. <br />The flameless fire collapses <br />lapping up the anger. <br /> <br />Pouring out all the heart beats, <br />emptying the mind <br />darkness lowers the wheels <br />between muscles and bones. <br />Your body is eaten half by dusty thoughts. <br />Claustrophobia chokes the little stanzas <br />you are afraid, some one cares for you.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/claustrophobia/
