I don’t know what prisons us more
Mirth of success ?
Slush of failure ?
Or something more timeless ?
Who controls our freedom ?
Out of our control ?
Or Something very internal ?
Is freedom of thoughts,
Only true freedom,
Which can liberate us from all ?
Or are we already free ?
May be our brain is hiding something,
Playing a game of mirage ?
Free but not free
Are we just any realisation away ?
To be a free bird over infinite ocean,
Scaling heights of unlimited sky
With an Open arm ?