Who am i,
Who am i,
Soul, body or a prisoner,
Sometimes i wonder, Who am i?
A soul, a body or prisoner,
A soul, who is free, don't give a damn care to world,
To ethics, to norms, to rules,,
To rituals, to bounds, to limitations;
Who is free, just want to love n b loved,
Want to fly high in the sky,
Sky of hope, happiness n fulfillment,
For whom this world is so beautiful,
Who have capacity n guts to win ,rule
N drive it as it want,
Sometimes i wonder,
sometimes i wonder,
who am i,
a soul, a body or a prisoner,
A prisoner, who knows,
the exact form n size of his cell,
who knows his limits ,
boundaries not to crossed,
sufferings even if he dares to touch them,
who forget outer world,
n just want to live in the dilemma of fulfillment,
The Recluse The recluse resides in me,
Wants to leave the fake world behind
It wants to challenge it.. as it can face them all alone
Nothing can change it nothing can affect it.
It will do what it wants
It will fly when it want,
It will burn the sickles of norms,
Will broke the chains of fake relations
And then it will drag me to the place
Where nothing can affect
No one can reach there
Recluse has qualities of phoenix...
Killed it many times
It came back again and again
It burns everything... Dreams, desires, attachments
The Phoenix resides in me,
Tear me in differ personalities
One; felt failed on mere defeats
And poke me to surrender in front of fate
Another; burns n turns into ashes…
Next moment it builds up again
N pokes me to restart
This recluse is me…
This Phoenix is me…
I will be defeated will be torn, crushed
Shattered burnt into ash
But will be back again and again…
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