Trapped inside my own body..

I look upto the stars..

A pair of wings..

And my heart sings..

Freedom can I make you mine?

How does victory taste?

Or are you merely running through the streets in haste?

Dreams covered in a shroud..

Or a tear that falls from a cloud..

How shallow is the descent?

From ecstasy to torment…

Do you also shed your skin…

Metamorphosis of thoughts..

Did you ever wrap up a heart in a brown paper package..

Dispose off in a bin?

Does it matter?

Let moments of your life scatter…

The ground beneath my feet thrusts me forward..

I’m not what you thought I was..

Don’t find it awkward..

Neither real.. nor fiction…

My shadow is my own contradiction..

Release me..

I wasn’t made to be chained….

Erase the canvas..

Destiny is pre-ordained..

A pair of wings..

And my heart sings..

Freedom can I make you mine?