Cages

We live caged lives,

Independent and free.

Hollow hearts inside us

Very lonely.

He bent the rods of seperation to reach her,

Held her hand and freed her.

The weather had then changed,

Flowers learnt to bloom in new ways.

Beautiful beautiful nights,

Sweet sweet days.

Two souls had united,

For each other they were made.

The sandunes of time were drifting away,

Things were changing,

Or were they?

Nights were not beautiful,

Days were not sweet.

They thought about yesterdays,

When they were free.

Escaping their prisons,

Gave them a beautiful life,

Time proved that,

It was all a big lie.

Funny are we,

Funny are our lives,

Playing hide and seek,

With our times.

Like birds we fly,

From our cages,

Only to find,

Bigger cages.

The Book

Somewhere in a forgotten corner, lay an old book on the floor.

It's dusty pages with the words of my heart.

That worn off cover did hold a life within it.

Many came, read a few pages. Got amused, got bored.

They were not interested in what the book wanted to say.

Nobody hoped for a good ending to its twisted tale.

...and so it still remains there, fallen on a dusty, forgotten corner.

With words waiting to be read...

With a life, waiting to be lived....