Poetry: We're bound yet we're free

Prelude:-

Sometimes I want to jerk open my eyes and see the other side,

The side where everything happens but we know nothing of it

Sometimes it shines but mostly so dark

Its invisible yet leaves its mark

Its hollow as hell but dense as earth

As if it hid memories and secrets that we could unearth

Hanging on the threads of time

It feels like nothing has moved, yet everything’s new

We don’t know who we are anymore

Time was still and yet we flew

I can go on and on about how I am and what I know

But feelings & memories are hazy as dew

It would feel okay to admit

this is how things work

But it would’ve been better to know

that the pain wont lurk

I imagine that life will turn out all right

There’ll be love and laughter and a lot of sunlight

But hey there, there’s always been a box kept apart

Of shocks and surprises that often break a heart

And then there’s breeze of hope and lust

Which makes falling in love a must

Because there’s promise of you don’t really know what

But at-least there’s promise alas, of some sort

Then again I wonder if it’s the weakness of human mind

To want to want, familiarity of a kind

We are just slaves to an invisible hole

Hollow has hell yet dense as soul

Hidden with patterns and secrets, our memories and dreams

Filled with fear & rage, tears and screams

It contains memories, of who we were and who we are

Of those who are close and those who have been afar

Its this crazy plasma of perceptions

built on muddy minds and emotional interceptions

that makes us want what we want

and makes us want, what we cant

In a way that is unique to you and me

In a way that we are bound and yet we’re free