Breaking the path <br />by random steps, you move, <br />and thoughts make a ritual dance. <br />In a wingless flight, <br />a cosmic gloom envelops you. <br />You try to stop the dark tremors, <br />Yet you don’t feel safe in a crowd. <br /> <br />Life has changed <br />it does not touch the younder. <br />The brain does not work, <br />and memory is not authentic. <br />Emotions are bruised, <br />and time is becoming ruthless. <br />Knowledge explodes the myths, <br />and hurls the naked truths. <br /> <br />In a corner of my heart, a song dies <br />I refuse to listen, I decline to see, <br />a world crumbling before my eyes. <br />My unbeliefs engage, <br />the intense poetry, <br />of my turbulent mind, <br />to understand the virulent pain.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/intense-poetry/
