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.