A Poet's Dictionary

Her Life

I was born not with the wings,

and just with the simplest things,

As the time passes by,

even if we were scared,

we learned how to fly.

For my beautiful wings I was captivated,

Between fear and Love,I adapted;

placed in golden bars of cage

people surrounding me just like I am on stage;

Everyone called it luck,

unknown of the idea,

Being there silent,it sucks;

The gold was all it called amazing

In the morning light I saw it shining,

But I dreamt not to be here

Flying high in the sky,and being there.

Seeing from above everything freely,

but in this cage,I could see some of it only;

Everytime I sung,I was admired,

Only to realise in the end,I was all tired;

 Wanting to run far away

to the forest or to the bay,

I tried with all my might,

But I have to see in the limited sights;

I pulled the bars apart with all my rage,

But ended up still here in this cage.

Exhausted with all my efforts to run

in the dark nights or to the sun,

I gave up to this idea of being free

became all silent and learned to keep

everything upto me.

Among the love of everyone I stood there insane.

For the time being I forgot all my worries

addicted to little loves,

here is the place my heart lies;

They became the people I trust

and whom I gave all my love to,

blinded by love,I became see through.

Even pain of trap,I strongly smile,

In the rain I was full of tears in my eye.

Being in cage for too long ,

I forgot how to fly,

Gave all of myself,

forgot my place of origin  or where it lies,

Even in darkest days and shining nights,

I used to think of love I got ,

thought it was all mine;

Happy days comes and goes,

some nights and days filled with sorrows;

In  initial days it was all balance,

In comforts In sorrows,

I wished happiness to enhance.

Feeling of love is most beautiful experience

But before being blinded by love,

I should have put on my lens;

I might be wrong in choices

maybe I shouldn't have manipulated my voices

Old memories of me; my words that echoes,

how wrong I was to choose love over me, it shows.

As the time passes by, my beauty started fading away

I could no longer sing like I used to back in the days;

I felt unloved for sometimes

afraid of tomorrow,I always used to tell myself lies.

In the end I stand here abandoned,

for me to fly away,The cage door

they did opened,

But, it was to late for me to  remember anything 

could not recall any of the visions of the dream I used to see.

I stand here hopeless,crying the

tears I held back then 

I felt so useless, it was

time I am zero form ten.

My only mistake I could see was to trust

It was too late foe realization ,

recalling anything my heart all bursts.

Is it a sin to think I was loved,

or it was all a pretention only to

be made realize I am unloved.

Maybe I was unlucky or made wrong choice

maybe I should have lived to my inner voice.

I looked back to everything till this day 

and listened to all they say,

"MAYBE IT COULD HAVE BEEN BETTER MEMORIES",I cried

"IT WAS ALL A BEAUTIFUL STORY",time replied,

"MAYBE IT WAS ALL MY DESTINY",I smiled.