Sculpting Dreams in a Lock(ed)down World

Confined inside a four-walled cubicle,

when you hear all, that are only complaints and curses,

Life becomes lonely and solitary.

Just a window nearby that is a passage to the outside world,

which is the thirst of your soul,

but its tightly bolted and fast secured,

Leaving no space for the soul to escape.

The thoughts in mind keep racing and new ideas keep popping,

but there is no one around to share it or even care for it.

When life turns meaningless ,

A gleam of light inside the soul ,

Asks you not to stop,

Not to give up and keep fighting this lonely battle with yourself.

It rekindles the purpose of your living,

And promises you that a small stream of hope still exists,

And asks you to grow again the wings of your dreams,

To soar high into the sky,

 Tearing apart all those taboos and myths that had shrouded your life till then.