Do my dreams matter ?

I am seventeen

In my teen

I want to see the world

Never seen

By my eyes

I was excited

To have

Transited

From a child with a dream

To

A man with a vision

I want to

Fly

But I

Feel chained

With shackles

Which are not mine.

Don’t they trust me

To work hard

Make the right decision

Or

Am I just another toy

In their hand.

I wake up at night

Breathless

Screaming

Crying

Scared that I will shatter

Their dream.

Do my dreams really matter?

Which they want

To manipulate

And cremate

in their dreams for me.

Let me end this battle

Today

Let me

Break the shackles

Once and for all

And fly

to a world

Where

I can make my choice

without being judged.

Goodbye,

till we meet again

In a place 

Where 

I can be ME

& 

You can be You

Goodbye!

PS: Inspired by a true event.

The Run

The night ended late

Thanks to a spate

Of discussions

Leading to confusion

&

indecision.

There was a thought

which had brought

me to Mumbai

18 years back.

A vision of

Freedom n free spirit

A vision which started

a run

I am still running

so that

I can stand still.

Today as I fill

my lungs with fresh air

and see the rising sun

I look back and wonder.

Did I really have fun?

Is there still a free spirit inside me?

Do I still believe in freedom?

I search for these answers

And more….

But I know, all I can do is

Maybe

Run just a little more

In the hope that

There is something in store

At the end of my run….