Breathing Barriers

Satish Verma

You receive when 
you don't ask, 
celebrating the soul 
with mind. 

The matter, the blurred 
awareness was made 
of tiny faults. 

The fabric breaks 
in yes or no. Pricks draw 
the blood of million screams. 

The moon catcher blights 
himself. Flowers 
pull up the roots. Nowhere to go. 

The shadows close 
the windows. You grope 
in dark, searching the right 
word or answer. 

Don't turn your head. 
Pathways are sinking.