CAGED IN OPEN AIR

Swinging like a seesaw -- high to low, low to high
My thoughts are adamantly stuck on extremes
Some days I am conquering the world
Some nights I am falling apart at seams
And in this vicious circle of thoughts
I go round and round, and round, and round
Floating helplessly in the world of illusions
My flailing feet never land on the solid ground
And what an atrocity these thoughts unleash
One moment the thrones are crumbling against my might,
And the other I am no longer the king—just nothing
Not even have words to write…

As if I am hollow, through and through

Nothing stays, the reality just passes by

I am lost somewhere, don’t know where

And here both past and present are but lie

Yet the same has for long been my truth

For whatever is true; I am unable to find

In a deep slumber this dream goes on and on

I can wake up but the world’s already left me far behind

Or perhaps this too is just in my head

I can’t tell the difference no more

All I have ever known is this feeling of discontent

Am I escaping it now or was I doing it before?

Mostly I feel strangled and choked

Much like the tears constantly trapped in my eye

And in rare moments when fluttering stops

I feel like a prisoner acquitted after ages

Left wondering of the years gone by

And thrown open into a wild uncharted territory

From pie of life, I too try to carve out my share

I keep chasing and happiness keeps evading

Anew I flutter, like a wingless bird, caged in open air

I’ve endured this imprisonment enough

But something doesn’t let me flee

That self-correct bliss, those false escapes

“Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea”

This life isn’t perfect yet all too well

How unique!! I get to live both heaven and hell

So, when sword of sorrow finally pierces my heart

And besmirch the canvas with secrets hidden since long

Tell them I won, the demons couldn’t shred me apart

Laughing regardless tragedies was surprisingly strong

Don’t fictionalize, tell them truth when asked about my story

That sadness was my thunder, depression my own glory!

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