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

Forgive me to mention her periods

Looking into her eyes
I see to my surprise
same old shackles of life
same mundane suffocating strife

I have seen her happy too
aah! she can offer a lot in woo.
Her soul, her loyalty, her trust
she becomes the one you trust
she will go to any limits
if she loves you
she will defend you
from the entire crew.

But then, peep inside her soul.
There you find a black hole.
She absorbs its all
the worries of her life
she won't let it out
her anxiety, her strife
you know her as a kid inside
with dreams of her own
spirit to ride
but then she is shackled
feminist battle
does she fight it in real?
aah! in her cradle.

If she needs love
the world is ready.
Mind you, its lust.
World's prosody.
If she needs fame
She will be put to shame
Unknown blame
unwanted game.

She earns, Yes!
or so it seems.
But men in her life
are a bully team.
They take her money.
They stake her name.
'I spent on you.
Don't you have shame?'
From father to husband
to many men in between
she is exchanged
she is wasted
polluted like a stream.

Ask that holy river
Does she like your shiver?
Check her need of idolization.
Give a look -at your nation.
Yeah! she is the mother.
Yes, she had her adolescence too.
Forgive me to mention her periods
She is nailed before that too.

But then she is green
Powerful with rushing stream.
If you can't support her,
then let her be she.
See her transformed self.
All she wants - is to be free.
And she will make you proud
she has craved for it - too long.
But even if she goes in allies.
Thats her decision - out of rallies.
Fuck you - the world 
Fuck you - its carriers
Freedom is a universal right
Women should break all barriers

But then I have a point to offer
Not always is power - a chauffeur
Freedom lives inside
in us, in our mind.
The day we decide to be free.
We become free.
The gate is open
but our eyes are duped.
Look beyond those imposed dukes.

Trust me, Life is free.
all you need - is to feel.
First step - is all that is required.
Be bold and freedom is inner wired.
So what if way is unknown
so what if world seems made of stone
Become River and churn them to pieces
Or glide over them at happy paces
You are the wind
You are the power
You own your life's
Every chord, Every chord.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

Spread your wings

Blow it – the wind

Fly and sing

Its your time

Your moment

Shine bright

Make a ring

Spread your wings

Flaunt your fins

Feel it! All of it.

Jump and dance

Stand and sit

Its great to be anxious at times

Its awesome to feel those rhymes

Aah! beat it.

Hit it hard.

The life

Its your time

Yell.

Sing it. Be out of mind.

You are free.

You are star.

Fly high,

Touch sky.

You are the soul.

You are bright.

Step out of mind.

Feel the rhythms of wind.

Wind whooshing outside

The pace of water fall

The rain behind

Songs inside

Songs of time

Humming birds

Blue sky

Whistle to the fullest

Making funny sounds

You are free

Be you.. Feel the rhyme.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer