No Strings Attached

By Sameeksha Vinod

The hellish dreams intertwined with threads of fate

A puppet is tangled in the state

The commoner’s call it life’s silent tapestry

But for the blinded warmth, its a mystery

A call of gentle plea, a tear down the cheek

No more than a yearning for freedom, eyes filled with bleak

Hope falls, but stays a labyrinth of dreams

One last cry, Hear my screams

For I have been fooled in plain sight

Why must I ask for freedom from my plight?

All I wish is to be granted wings

So I shall soar and enjoy the springs 

As they told, dreams like these flutter by.

Maybe I'm making myself wry 

The butterfly's dream, a distant sigh,

Bound in threads, under a quiet sky.

Silent indignation in a cocoon of strings,

A calm embrace where hope no longer sings.

No escape in view, a lost heart,

Entangled within, slowly realizing life’s art.

By Sameeksha Vinod