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
Messengers Of Mortality
At the break of dawn, life has already begun, Amidst the victor and vanquished, the task is half done, Those unfortunately alive, are pre-occupied with the dead, To notice the direction in which to futilely head. The unborn generations would
Pair Of Wings
Sad, dejected, half-heartedly, I continued to walk, Wishing I had somebody, to whom I could freely talk, Someone human, someone imperfect, someone fallible, Someone who believed in the concept of impossible. Someone who sympathised with the mind’s inherent weakness, Someone
Shades of Silence
When the matter is confusing, and our opinions fight, Much time is spent agreeing who is in the right, Though you assure me you do not mind, I doubt, the silence in your mind. When the times are bright, and