The lanes I walk through are deserted and dark,
The chains that clench me are decrepit and rusted,
For the time that they have bound me has been long and everlasting
I’m tired and I see nothing that can keep me going on this tread anymore.
I open my eyes and it all disappears, all I can see is light;
A vivid Aurora greets me with the scent of petrichor so mild
With no handcuffs of chains, I can move anywhere in this free space
I can run, I can laugh for I’ve found my freedom alas!
It hits me again and I can feel those restraints,
I see no chains or darkness but I can feel the same old incarceration
The freedom I felt was ephemeral or just a delusion,
I can now see the cage embellished with extravagance.
The freedom is what I yearn for, the binge doesn’t excite me anymore
With each breath, I grow more impatient to leave this treacherous world
I know nothing about the escape but I know the truth
This cognizance is a sweet pain, my only hope and my inconsolable ache.
A poem by Ankita Arora