You made a cage out of
your rules and your ideals.
You picked me up
and you locked me in it.
I’m caged.
I’m slaved.
And I’m lost.

BUT

You can cage my body,
not my thoughts.
You can dictate my actions,
but you can’t manipulate my mind.
You can exert harass my body,
but you can’t compel my soul.


Your cage can’t tame this free spirit.
Your cage is too small for these huge wings.
So, I will break free
and fly into the open.
And I will Fly high
as high my dreams go.
And before you know,
I would already be flying way high for you to reach.

Finally, the cage is broken.
I’m free.
I’m alive.
*And I’m Un-Caged

Blink

I fall,
I knew eventually
I would fall.
But I didn’t want to,
at least not now.
I may say
I don’t ‘give a f about
what society thinks about me.’

But deep down,
I seek for attention.
I want validation.
I want respect.
I want to be accepted and loved,
And looked upon.

But this is tough.
I don’t know how long,
I can do this.
Sadly, we are taught this is the only
‘Way’.

Because success is never defined by you.
The society defines your success.
You are a pawn.
The game, your moves, the result,
everything
Is set by them.

blink

I’m in a state of dilemma
One preaches,
‘These minuscule bits of time
Which are smaller than a molecule in
The entire expanse of this ever-expanding universe.
Can’t determine your entire future.
Nor can the society.
Your success, your happiness
Is defined by you, not them.’

The other reminds me,
that your success is defined
by the society you live in.
And to them this is the ‘only way’ to success.
And defying them
Is losing your
Status,
love,
fame,
acknowledgement,
And you can’t afford that.


blink

However, hypocritical I might sound,
I’m forced to choose the second.
But every passing second
I live with the guilt of never
Choosing the other road.
Cause the road not taken,
was perhaps the road I was to take.


blink

Focus, time is slipping away.
So, I stop contemplating
and work mechanically.
Finally, it is over.
A sigh of relief.

But unfortunately, this is not the end.
Once you let yourself in to this system.
Then you are lost to it.
You are consumed by it
you are enslaved.

Hush

Take rest for now.
Because you are trapped,
They have fabricated your journey to ‘happiness’,
And you can’t turn back.

*blink

Eyes shut.

Pen drops.

-Blank-

we sailed on cream
and aster—

where bluejays
toss
air into air;

where frogs
curdle
mud into milk;

where blackberry
roots
skyline into horizon—

(we sailed)