The Chaos

I walk solid and sound,

Wearing fleshy mortal cloak,

Abiding the social norms and familial bonds,

That are never rational choices.

Some days pass by with “the unbearable lightness of being”;

Most of the days take away the peace,

With non-stop senseless conflicts...

Contemplating on higher things is sin;

Giving wings to emotions is a pain!

No for this and no for that -

Time and perceptions make all the difference.

Emotions signal stories of love and hope -

Reasons brutally cut the signal off:

What if and why not kept on fencing,

But the lance of ground reality slices me off!

A roaring ocean ebbs and flows inside;

Scornful noises of people who own responsibility

For my existence and I owe this lifetime:

Clip the wings off and cage me outside!

The sequence continues on a daily routine

Handling self itself is a complete chaos

If the souls I choose to be connected involve

To prove that life is impossible!