venkatesh muddaliar
Nov 4 · 1 min read

Flying high, or growing deep

Chaos creeping in my heart,
i want to let it out,
but don't know quite how to start.
How deep in me it has got!

No ground to sit and cry
Nor any part of sky to flap and fly.
No hands to hold and walk
Nor any shoulder to lean and talk

They fake it, like everytime,
Saying that they got ears to listen
But sadly! around them,
I felt like to be held in a prison

They asked me
How it feels to be alive
Giving away daily
Some pieces of my slice??

I turned around
Smiling at them saying,
"I know am going to die,
It's only the pity that all I have got,
Knowing soon that I will be dead by,
And you will wake up
pretending you are not!"