Set Free?

The sun won't allow me to roam around

So this is the only place I can be by myself.

Finding answers to the unanswered, finding colors to the colorless.

Finding shade from the blazing sun, as finding roof to the homeless.

Finding arms to embrace oneself, finding ears to be heard

Finding shoulders to cry upon, as finding nest to a bird.

But then I found myself or maybe I didn't?

The search continues after the stint.

I'm still hidden in the corals

The race to leave the depths of morals.

I have nothing more but darkness that matter

Which say I'm yet to be a part of ocean's dazzling water

Yet to be broken, yet to shine and yet to come out of my comfort core

And be a part of the race to reach the surface of the beautiful ocean's shore

I still reside at the depths, I'm yet to meet my inner self

I'm yet to find words to my poetry, I'm yet to breathe Free....