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?
