If that small headed spider
Knew the fate of web
Built Days and nights
For his comfort and rest,

Would on day
Turn out
To be but his 'caged deathbed'!

He'd never ever think of making a web.


If we new our expectations,
Were not more like this
Spiders Thready glimmering web,
We sure would be free,
From remorse and regret.


The spider makes it web,
And we make our expectations
Unquenchable instead.

Knowing not the truth,
That we are sure born free,
But a chain webs us,
Ironically here and there
Much similar like the spider's web.

I see it in every wrinkle
In every wilting flower
In every cracked stone
Every second of the hour

Something that isn't there, but was
To which all things are bound
Something anyone can lose
But only few have found

The universal measure
A tick that doesn't bite
Nothing can dodge its warm embrace
Not even day and night

Always there and never not
Though it holds no shape or form
I sit and watch the clouds gather
The calm before the storm

In my heart a naughty kid resides
Playing hide n seek on a riverside
Cautiously making castles on the sand
As he never worries about the barren lands
One fine day the river is gone
The little boy's heart is just torn
Suddenly his face has lost the glow
As he now know he has to grow
Shaken awake from his peaceful nights
He is made to run to great heights
Slow and steady he is keeping up the pace
With no smile and a fake face
In the big crowd he is starting to drown
He acts as if he is a clown
Finally he sense that he've been conned
And now he is tired of this stupid bond
He lifts up his head with a ray of hope
And discovers that he needs to run to catch the rope
While listening to a melancholy song
He realizes what is right and what is wrong
Everyone is bounded with limitations and a chain
What he needs to do is keep running to gain
Someday soon he will have a house on the biggest tree
When finally he would have set himself free