(Un)Cage

Karanvir Gupta — Wed, 04 May 2016 05:42:00 +0000

the drink was named The Bird Cage, a concoction of many-a-alcoholic taste. And as we grow up and life gives us a reality check, I think the drink is so aptly named for the times we are a part of and the desire of being uncaged.

ran a glance through the world outside

and quickly turned my sight inside

No there were not many-a-differences in fact

Clinging to the pasts and trying hard to define their act

Foolish man, rejoices on the sight

Of the bird stuck in the cage and putting a fight

Alas! he forgets, it’s not the beauty of the feathers

But the strength of the wings that take a flight

With each passing day, he rekindles the old flames

places himself in the unwanted frames

and snaps out of them with effort insane

he wants to run away yet he wishes to suffer the pain

Hold on! It’s not me and not you alone in this crazy world

Out there, who end up doing the much so same

Unthoughtful yet held by the inhibitions that have grown on us

Leaving us to walk down the not so preferred lane

We belong to the mountains of grit and rivers of gush

Of miles we wish to travel and live in that nomad’s rush

yet the most we expect for is the weekend to usher

‘fulfilling’ anything but our hearts on every month’s first

for reality is not how we wished it to be

the reality is not what we wish to see

and then ecstasy out of The Bird Cage we seek

of incompleteness and hollowness, we reek!

All this is but just a reminder of our pitted state

Strangled by the shackles of so much or actually nothing at stake

Or maybe we are caged by the illusion of our own thoughts

That might be waiting for us to break open them and let ourselves Uncage

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