Life is a journey at times cumbersome at times full of colours , As usual in conversation with him...
You gave me a name
You told me I am a rider
Don't you remember I am naive
The reflection of displeasure on my face
Speaks of my fear of saddle
My staggering gait
Speaks of the pain
The fear of stumbling haunts me forever
I wish you were with me in this cumbersome journey
I wish we were together
Like a moth my wings got inflamed
Have become irreparable
Chasing each flame that looked like a ray
To overcome my defeat
In my struggle with the various colours of terror
Each day is another day
Yet loaded with pain
That shrieks have begun to sound like melodious rain
The pain has become an emollient
That's seems to have been rubbed in forever
You may laugh
You may feel its an easier game
For there's none above you
Who can punish you for your notorious ways
You will remain a mystery forever
You have several names to all I pray
Bare the secret that you have never shared
How do I free myself from this cage
Ride without reins or saddle
I don't wish to be known as a rider
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