The Silhouette...

Let me fly out in this moment,
Let me fly just one more time...
The sun is at its zenith,
The clouds give a light cover...

Its my wings anyway,
Then why wouldn’t you let me go??
Am i a slave at your peril?
Then why am i in your hold??

The sky is my home,
I sing about my freedom...
Bounded in your clutches,
Its death that you give in pieces...

O please!! do let me fly,
I am a creature of the sky...
Just once let me feel that wind,
And happily, i would let you win....

Dry are my eyes,
But cry i did...
For the pain inside,
Is too consuming...

Gathering the sharpnels,
Of your words unsaid...
Piercing my very being,
Nursing the wounds undressed...

Egos unbent, they say,
Sacrifices untold, it is...
Whats in between,
Your eyes in silence, screams...

The present, so surreal,
Yet living the ordeal...
Purpose is not what it seems,
Love, they say, survives by all means...


For most it may seem completely distorted when read in a flow, it seems as if somethings amiss here...true, it is a portrayal of something that has been inside for long...i wouldn’t elaborate much on what the whole thing means, coz then you wouldn’t be able to interpret it in your own way which i believe is the right of every reader....

Well, thanks to all of you, for you are the very reason this particular post is here...