free-doomed (?)

Through the window

Of my luxurious prison cell

Sitting on a drowsy bed sheet

I wonder,

I wonder about all the Yesterdays

The growth in-between 

The Yesterdays and the Todays

The Godness of the Devil.

Time,

The monster as my friend addresses him

Always notifying the earliness of the oldest

The unforeseen lessening of the grays and the growing greens

The downpour of the poesy,

The memories of the relics of the last happy sad narrative,

The madman walking to and fro

In madness and not in starvation,

All melts down on my desire to live.

The weaving newness 

shouts at me, edifying another prison cell.

In the times to come, the dying shall cease

And I shall be discharged of my broken wings.

Today my fears

Matching its harmony with the sun

Amidst the clouds

predicts the death, of the sameness

At the intervals of  Me and the Madman.

I am here,

assuring myself-

Birds go home to come back to the sky.