Look at the planets on their revolving path,
They have been following from their birth.
Neither they stop nor they opt to rest,
But they use to negotiate the turn at their best.
Countless repetitions and limitless calculations,
But they still manage to keep the same period of revolution.
Stars hangs around to respect the gravitational constraint,
Comets are accelerating to receive their lost glory that has gone latent.
We humans are mere spectators fixed on Earth to witness the event,
Just to respect and satisfy the theory of natural restrictions to infinite extent.
I walk a rope that hangs in air,
It moves with rules I do not see.
Each step I take feels watched, not free,
And I forget who I used to be.
The rope is soft yet too tight and pulls me back,
Like Kind Hands hiding quiet chains.
It bends around but doesn’t break,
And leads me through the same old lanes.
I feel the pull from sides unknown,
Not just by you, or even me.
Some hands I never see or name
Still change the shape beneath my feet.
I walk like water in a glass,
Shaking with fear I cannot speak.
If I fall, is that called freedom?
Or just another circle made?
The rope still turns but never ends,
And still I walk though truth is blurred.
Still I walk, though the knot is hidden,
And the wind keeps shaking, blurring what I see.
The sky outside is bright and clear,
Yet my heart is shrouded with tears.
Sunlight bathes the distant houses,
While smog blankets my soul.
I should cherish such rare sunny days,
But I'm trapped in this small room, afraid to stray.
Looking into the mirror—I see:
Unwashed hair,
Puffy eyes,
A sallow face with a bitter smile,
And stacked high on my desk a pile of files.
All forging invisible, unbreakable shackles around my feet.
“Honey, tomorrow is Allen’s baseball competition. Please, he needs you to be there. You know how hard he’s been practising for it. He'll be so excited to have you around.”
“Oh! Honey, if only time would be for sale. I'd buy it for a reasonable price. I have a backlog of work to do. I'm hunting for balance.”
“Oh! Dear. The kids need you as much as they need me. You have to create time for them. Find a space for them. You remember how distraught Karen was when you didn’t make it for her ballet competition.”
“Oh! Lauren, all I'm doing is for the family. Very soon I'll be on my own then we can go for a vacation anywhere in the world.”
“Oh! Honey. Please.”
“Ok. I'll be there. I'll postpone all my engagements for tomorrow.”
“Oh! Thank you, dear. Allen will be overjoyed.”
December 11, 2022.
Constraint
kite
attends height
With a dream delight.
To taste the virtue of emancification,
To gracefully enjoy the bliss of eternal celebration.
To enchant the saga of the supernal plan of plight,
Alas! the earthy string holds her back tight.
To end her fantasies,
With vigorous
Constraint.
Date -16/6/2017
My life is a maze from which I cannot escape
Walls are closing in by the centimeter
I have turned into a mime, trapped within myself
No advice will serfice for the unexpected leader
Multiple attempts to climb out of this hell hole
Quick glances from left to right
Nothing to grab onto to
Assumptions of staying stagnate through the night
No longer will I know the feeling of happiness
Life is now a shell of its former self
Darkness has flooded my brain cells
Long arms with the reach of a mythical elf
i stand
alone
trying to
walk away
from what
is known
and in the
midst
of my walk
away
i step past
the fine line
that once
shone
so i walk
away
from constraint
with light eyes
that look
into the
unknown
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