Fly like no one can cage you...

My sinking heart silently whispered to me, I can’t carry thou anymore, I failed to keep thou gay. And my hands trembled in pain. Yes, it is the same austere paroxysm we all feel while hitting the bed!

Some say it is the burden of karma we all carry, while some say you are merely a victim of quarter life crisis. But deep inside I knew I and alone I was incumbent for it.

It’s all a game of eyes, you see. I close my eyes and I know I wanted to be a superstar, I open my eyes and I accept the chagrin of corporate life. I close my eyes and I wanted to empathize with the needy, I open my eyes and I show my apathy to him. I close my eyes and I want to clasp every breath with my beloved, I open my eyes and I creep with the bitter blues of household.

Everyday when my head strikes the pillow, I feel like a looser! I lost another day, another opportunity, another hope to fondle with life.

Hold back the anguish, hold back the twinge, hammer the chains of worldly affairs and blow away the Grinch! Out you step, with craze and pep, rule your euphoria and start your trip!

Life is strange, stranger are its ways, But it is to be lived, it’s not a race. There is grief, there is rage, yet you must fly like there is no cage…