When earth caves
Under the feet

When words rain
sand particles

When what's held
Closest to breath
Throws one into
A maelstrom

When dust-storms
Of emotions blind
Eyes and mind

When whirlwinds
Drift one with
Merciless intensity

What's there to hold...?

Self-preservation
A supportive hand
Much talked of
Remain empty ideas
And emotional gimmicks...

indira babbellapati

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/explorations-vii/