Sunday, July 31, 2011


Narrow confines all around,
Suffocation in every breath.
Freedom is only in thoughts
Or perhaps remained as a dream:
A dream that was unfulfilled.

I look into my own vision
In hope of the glimpses of those images;
I hear myself crying aloud
Those voices that I cannot listen;
I search for that perfect spot
To settle down and call it home!

My travels in thought and deed,
Seem incomplete,
Yet I return to the same place
Over and Over
And Over again!

Sums up I am
Winning the battles I did not fight
But I am
Losing the war I wanted to win!

--May 24, 2011.

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