Hidden beneath

Craving to talk with someone own

Someone from world of my own

Some far away distant one

Someone from my city

From the same sun

Craving to dance on my own terrace

Below that moon, silver caress

Its been a long time

I met my moon

Been a long time

I danced on mid night tune

World is too bright here

Or maybe too dark

Who knows the difference

Its always grey – up-stark

Suddenly I have grown

Or that is what was required

For me to grow up

be adaptive, be acquired

here I am, the corporate me

with the same wild spirit

hidden beneath

but I feel bounded at times

following that stupid clock

staying in bound

How beautiful it was

To live in abstract

Where time had no entity

Boundations were on abstract

I am free yes

Free of any judgments

This is what I ensured

Freedom from life of rent

But then everything has its cost

Nothing is free

Even freedom has its own cost

You miss your loved ones at times

You miss your own city’s rhymes

You crave to go back

But that is expensive too

At the cost of your freedom

Nothing comes in lieu

Am I free in real – I wonder

True I escaped many thunders

But now what?

A stupid clock?

Trying to bound me to some schedule.

The duty’s call.

Fie to that duty

That feeds someone’s greed

Fie to that duty which satisfies

None’s needs.

Alas! the world is so designed.

Everyone eats others.

That’s how they fill their greed.

‘If you can’t follow social norms

Its better you go wild in forest grounds’

Sure I would love it much better

I will live in peace – in nature

But then I become a part of another cycle

Biological it is called

The greed or need cycle

Not that I am afraid

But its everywhere

The race.

I don’t like it.

This competing at every step.

I can’t fake it.

Something not in my nest.

And I still need people.

I am human.

I realized.

I can’t stay away from society

To my surprise.

And there goes on the cycle of my life

Society nature

Death and life

Home – travel

Mystical flight

Aah! it goes on

The circle of life

No end, No beginning

Love and hate

Promises and hint.

And then there are masks around

You can’t make out the right sound.

You yell you fight

Fuse all bright

Then follows silence

You enter a shell

And then you realize

Its waste the fight

So there you decide

To sing with all your might

And you smile

Like a child

Deep inside

You pamper – being wild.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer