A fortnight before,
It is almost impossible for me to sleep.
Firstly I thought it was just my usual routine,
But nooo,
There's a different reason behind it.

It keeps on hitting my bruised heart,
For the last two nights.
May be those memories from the past,
Got the wings for their flight.

This flight... Let me tell you about this strange feelings inside me,
It's actually the flight of my thoughts,
Which were once in a cage getting locked up.

Not were those thoughts of the scientifical brain,
But of a simple foolish heart,
Beating and making me think of something terribly insane.

I strongly want to go there,
A place far away from her (insane thoughts) face,
But closer to her back.
Near that small pond,
Where I can cry out loud in between the nature's lap.

Yes, that's what I want,
That's what the thoughts behind the cage want,
I want them to roll down,
So that no can stop.


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