Between the piles of my favorite books I sat;
I opened a few, smelt them through
And gave just a glance to the rest;
Looked out of the window, smiled and realised,
This is the place where I feel my best.
Away from the drama of the world,
Away from self, in different parts of the world for a while;
I find new sides of myself,
Being in this exile.
There is a beauty in this solitude,
As it fills up my soul’s cracks;
Cracks that were given while surrendering to love,
A love that never loved me back!
Soul soaking every word that my lips refuse to say,
Here I sit with the books and a blank page;
Blue ink spilling every emotion that I fail to express,
Freeing me from a long prison, in a rusted cage.
That evening an imprisoned bird flew fast, up high in that orange sky,
To reach out for freedom before the darkness attacks;
Like that bird I flew away from chains of love,
A love that never loved me back!