The Stubborn Door

If the door was not a tiny crack There would have been freedom And the room did not stare gloomily At the incompetence of identifying the sentiments The ethos of going against everything Just for the adamant desire of ransacking It will be pretentious to escape Through that crack, with such vainness One is stuck in that rut Strutting around with arrogance Windows are nebulous … Continue reading The Stubborn Door

Behind a Door

When emotions are fused to form a formidable door Only a peep-hole to view the world that is being debarred Big eyes with dreams squint to view the world Prisoner behind the assembled thoughts; an irony They should have been free to understand freedom Watching over the world without really seeing anything Complaining about lack of freedom and positive energies There’s that door one can … Continue reading Behind a Door