Caged

Caged in translucent thoughts of dilemma,

I see the rain of melodrama,

Fogging my panes.

I thirst for the drops,

That fall off myself imprisoned wall.

This rain was meant for me,

So much of a downpour!!

The bestow-er unaware of my stand,

Keeps blessing in quantum unknown.

All I do, is clear the haze,

Translucency to transparency.

In a bid to gauge,

What is sent and,

What shall be left over.

Free me!

For it is only you who can,

Shatter this glass,

With an outside blow and,

Make me breathe again.

Will you ??