Our Freedom

We fall down
So that we rise higher.
From the dark pits
of shallowed thinking,
and unreal mediocrity.

We get bruised,
so that we heal.
From the abuses,
And biased views
of immature minds.

Hurdles wouldn't matter eventually
Neither the ones who placed them,
for we carry in our hearts
The light that'd shine bright.
For we carry in our eyes
The hope that'd last forever.
For we live the tide
That'd make us feel free.

Flying away from the cocoon,
flapping the colorful wings
Trying to reach a place so far
Where our heart truly sings

The Unknown

Another day has passed,
another challenge met.
Tired, I lie down to think.
There were too many targets to set.
Mind abuzz with random thoughts
And heart filled with uneasiness.
Nothing feels the same as before
Everything's a void, full of darkness.
I felt I was alive.
But so realized it was a mirage.
I felt my mind was calm,
But its hit with thoughts' barrage.
The conflict rages on
As the night passes and dawn breaks,
There is still hope.
A small hope in my heart
That to me, my calmness returns

I Am Here

I am here
Walking down the road
The road with end in sight
But the one I don't see.
I am here
Looking at a bird
A bird that is singing
But the song I can't hear.
Dream is the place I want to love
Live forever.
Where nothing is heard
I am not seen.
I am here
Walking down the road
With an end in sight
The one I can now see
I wish I go down further.
But not today
I will tread down that road
Some day.
With a song on my lips
And a lady on my arm.
The end won't be seen
Till then, I know
As some things seem different
when seen, with someone special.
Walking by your side.

I walk alone

I walk alone
gazing at the bustling mob,
Wanting to be a part of it,
But I can't be loud.
I walk alone,
Feeling the chilly breeze.
Yearning to blow like it.
But I can't flow with ease.
I walk alone,
Talking within me.
Wanting to talk to others,
But another heartbreak
I can't see...

Voice

A voice I used to hear,
Soft, yet assuring.
It never made me feel alone
Walking with me, talking to me.
Making me stay stronger, livelier.
A voice I used to hear.
Strong, yet soothing.
Scolding me for going down the path
Holding my hand firm, yet soft.
A voice I used to hear,
Calming and soothing.
Talking to me,
When my heart ached.
But I don't hear that voice any more.
I cringe and cry,
Begging it to come back.
But my voice is lost,
And so has my direction.
I feel like an arrow without a mark,
An albatross without a destination.
Flying in empty space.
But there is a silent confidence,
That once I hear the voice again,
The arrow will hit its mark
And the albatross will reach its destination