A Free Flight

I see in you the desire to fly highFly high up in the air and conquerConquer the vast expanse of skySky where you belong and liveLive to be free from the groundThe ground that pulls you backBack you want to returnReturn to the roots that you once had I see in you the desire to…

Bound To The Ground

Spreading my wings wide I want to fly highLike a bird… breaking free from its flockThe skies roar, singing a song of welcomeReady to envelope me with arms so openI jump up and into its awaiting embraceBut back on the land I fall as it tightens the gripMy roots pull me down, stopping my flightI…

Free From The Maze

Towards the distant clouds I gazeStretching a hand beyond the earthly mazeRising above this choking hazeReaching the ball of fire ablazeA point where me and freedom brazeWhere birds chirp and cattle grazeWhere smiles strive over deathly fazeWhere I will be free…free from this daze

The Invisible Prison

The beauty of nature mesmerizes me Pulls me to it But something stops us from uniting It’s a wall My eyes look for it but I see nothing Yet it surrounds me Like an invisible prison caging me I am trapped The sight is still soothing but am not at peace I wonder why It’s…

Breathing In The Sky

A vast sky floats above me Staying so close yet flying very far So quaint and pretty without a scar How it envelopes me from above Does it belong to me or is it free I wonder if it softly kisses the tree Of all the blues it could be It chose to live them…

Do I Own It?

Locked inside the four walls of my house To ensure my ‘safety’ in the bad world My monotonous routine suffocates me I die every day in bits, succumbing to morals No vacations with friends, no sleepovers Clubs and bars are not where a ‘decent’ girl enters Late nights are out of question for me When…

When Your Wings…

As the azure sky calls out to me I spread my wings to their full glory They flutter and they stretch in grace Ready for their journey to the far unknown The mystery of the unfathomable pulls me I bend forward for my flight… but stop midway They ask me why? They call me crazy…

Like Always

A voice calls out from the inside but is suppressed, like always. My insides are craving to be free, my soul screeches and my mind chokes but I am silenced, like always. Can’t we change this? Or will we die in silence, with words lurking somewhere inside? Will it change or will it go on,…