Prisoner-Part 1

Through the window,on a prison wall; the skyseems to be far.But, those who are outside,he wonders,how free they are?He stretched his mind,which was filled with lies,and silently listened tohis own sound.Was it worth?The price that he had paid,when he stood onthe free ground.To kill what they love*,it's what the world always does,the prisoner thought,while gazing his walls.The … Continue reading Prisoner-Part 1

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Strings

I want to fly freely in your sky; but I am chained down by my own mind.   We do walk on thin lines, we are joined by thin lines. We say things out loud that are not meant to be spoken, we listen to things that are not meant to be heard. At times … Continue reading Strings

Our own prisoners

We cling to the ideas that we accumulate in order to give meaning to our existence. These ideas or beliefs either reflect our hidden insecurity towards certain aspects of life or portrays the course that we consider to be safe for our survival. Certainly, these beliefs are the fruits grown from the seeds that we had sown … Continue reading Our own prisoners