Imprisoned Prison

By Samiksha Garg

A wave of thought dropped into my head,

familiar stranger something strongly said.

It leads me to one thing and another,

structured the life into its own clutter.

Paths slowly became patterns,

every time it leaves me disheartened.

How many circles do I have to take

to get out of them?

How many bars am I actually behind in?

From a great distance a ray shine,

I thought it met the eye

but it was all divine.

It absorbed within a thoughtful sea,

I finally vision the locks and key

it was all in my head

and I was already free.

By Samiksha Garg