04 March, 2010
I Feel Caged!
I feel caged, I feel caught
I feel restless though in thought...
A throbbing numbness within
Tempting to desire, daring to sin!
I feign black, I act white
A clear haze, though not in sight...
I look around for whiter black clouds
Poking and ruffling my surfacing shrouds!
I dance with sanity, settling the insane
Basking in the glory, wilting in the shame...
I try to sew or make sense of my urges
Striving within old boundaries for new merges!
I feel fingers at my windpipe
Dismay for the droop in the ripe...
Un-feeling the verity of being parched in any rain
I’ve learnt to fake-smile through any pain!
Every day I have half lived and half died
Half self crib and half self chide...
Would I soon become a faded bloom?
Would I soon portray the lively doom?
I am searching for me and what I want
Thirsting for truth while aching with doubt
I erase the lost victories and remember the forgotten
Is it possible to expect life growing from the rotten?
I feel caged I feel caught
I feel this, that and what not!
I give I want, I fulfil I desire
I animate I freeze, I give up and again aspire!