Hopes in Marshes

I have lived through the past
Lived phrases in phases
Looked into the mirrors of hopes
to change the Chapter,
or turn the Pages.

I became a book
Which seemed 'Open' to All
None could figure out
what was open, was the Thick cover-
with spectrum of light
and different walk of life;
with fewer pages inside,
which were hard to read,
even harder to explain-
Hence, remained unsaid!

Have developed Hate for Sentiments
As misconceptions can't let one Survive
Yet I am hopeful, to stay Alive:
Hopeful to be Loved, and Love
but may be in the next Life.
Its time to ask for salvation
Since I had no right in this Universe
I don't belong to this world,
nor does it belong to me..
I was sent to set an example;
Now let me go
to as far away as I can.
where I can close my eyes forever
surrounded with dense clouds of serenity
that would heal my injuries
recover my lost essence.

Whatever my deeds are destined to get..
oh Heaven or Hell
take me into your arms!

I would rise again
Would Wake Up at the Seaside
To Write on the Sand
the story of my Regime;
To Blow Shells for my victory
and to Build Castles of My Dreams,
independently, without fear of it being encroached.
I would Walk over the Tides,
Swim through the Fishes
ride the Dolphins
Sleep in the Breeze.
Run through the Woods
Would keep staring the horizon
the setting sun and the last rise
the glimpse of the sun-shy
Would sleep under the night sky
Naming the countless stars
narrating to them how my day have passed!
Would spread my Wings
to take a Flight of the vast Sky;
Up on the mountain so high
Shedding off the dew from my curls
would dance as a free soul.

I was poisoned to insanity
So, let me sleep now
to wake up with testimony.
I leave this upon you to assess
whether I conquered surrender
or lived the death
I will rise aside the Seaside!

To hear back my story

of surviving the dying dreams!