Sad Cypress
A few years ago, they took me away, cuffed and chained, Only doing their duty, they knew not how much it pained, Days, weeks, months I have sat, staring at the bars, Awaiting the day to fly and converse with
Corridors
Walking away from today’s corridors devoid of light, My chances of fully breaking free seem but slight, Finally a flicker, the sunrays begin to draw myriad shapes, While my mind is busy scripting one of its greatest escapes. Although my
Broken
The smile seems so real, but its happiness isn’t, The tears definitely real, but their sorrow isn’t, When the eyes stand deceived by mere expressions, You wonder how really deep are all those emotions. The happiness, the sorrow, are but
Coated Gold
The widest smile fills your face, atleast till they turn their back, Then the grimness hiding right behind, proudly comes back, Not just the face, it claims more than its share of your mind, Confident enough, to this defection, everyone
Ascension
The clock may have stopped, but time still goes on, And always more of the road, appearing from the horizon, The moments seem but milestones running out of distance, As you strive to extract more from life than existence. You