Shackled

Written by Payal Chauhan

A spirit lost in the woods,
swifts, sits,
laughs and moans.
Away from the evils,
away from goods,
resides in melodies,
talks to the stones.

There are blue faces and black sky,
absconds colours,
roams grey.
For their thoughts tattered and heads high,
dreams of togetherness,
walks stray.

Gleaming glasses cause wounds deep,
wants bruises that do not pain.
Mind is lost and paths steep,
treads barefoot,
leaves some stain.

Is it confinement or a spree?
Walks on mud,
embraces the sun.
A life shackled only to be free,
searches something or someone ?
A spirit lost in the woods,
swifts, sits,
laughs and moans.
Away from the evils,
away from goods,
resides in melodies,
talks to the stones.

There are blue faces and black sky,
absconds colours,
roams grey.
For their thoughts tattered and heads high,
dreams of togetherness,
walks stray.

Gleaming glasses cause wounds deep,
wants bruises that do not pain.
Mind is lost and paths steep,
treads barefoot,
leaves some stain.

Is it confinement or a spree?
Walks on mud,
embraces the sun.
A life shackled only to be free,
searches something or someone?