Tuesday, October 11, 2011


Blossom is the dream of withering flowers
Freedom is the vision of dying mankind
Break off these chains of restless soul
I want a chance to live without gallows

Solitary seems like a virtue of the world
Without the barricades of social etiquette
Ditching the reality could do the justice
if at all, our sanity permits

Sometimes freedom confronts like an old lover
With the madness of love and hatred of stagnancy
Green leaves are mourning for the loss
The loss of tranquility and loss of reality

The mirage of horizon vanishes in the air
Like the bird wings are crashing to the sky
Coming to the vantage point
Freedom seems closer to delusion

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