Sometimes I look outside the bars of the cage
just to feel the splash of the first rain,
when the constant clicking of the seconds
dont limit my time with me..
I look outside to feel the warmth of the sunset
as it casts a orange shadow on my cheeks
and not just stare away from a distance
I am a part of the scene and not just a visitor,
I long to feel the pages of the book
that are not just a chore to complete
but the leisure of the wordplay
as it binds me deeply..
but then the cage beckons itself..and calls out
as it laughs at the daydream of prisoner
for the small cubicle is waiting
with chains to imprison once again
as the dream fades away slowly
and the time starts ruling again…
the routine binds me, a prisoner again..