Break free,

of my inhibitions, I want to,

of my dogma, I need to.

Break free of the chains, that I cannot see.


It is a cold cell,

cold as the forbidden hell.

Is  this your world,

or it’s just me.

Why don’t I get to, break free?

Turn the pages of history.

Turn them left, turn them right,

even there you could find me.

Hidden behind the closed doors,

buried under the soil.

Bombarded with your ingenuity.

The same cold room always,

Always the dreadful chains on me.

Seldom has an endeavour being made,

endeavour to break me free.

They say I am generous,

forgiveness at my decree.

Why do I not remember?

May be I never broke free.

Maybe  I will never break free!


You might be wondering the I in me?

Who put the chains?

What is the story?

Let me give you a glimpse,

A hypothesis to go with your lemon tea.

Follow the trail,

a child leaves with its smile.

You might find the path to break me free, to break me free.

I  might just be your salvation.

A path to resurgence.

Your path to redemption.

If you’re still confused,

Just to let you know.

I am Humanity…








A turn..

A new turn.

I took a new turn, took a new lane.

Took a path, dared the unknown treading a new terrain.

It was a new song in the same old player!

Took a long breath after a dead stare…

A new season maybe!

A new life that’s less hazy.

A new turn maybe of new events.

A new turn amidst the dark shades.



Democracy, it’s a truth, a mystery,

Always befallen by your majesty

Spending days without a piece of bread in my belly

You being the “Duchess”, living in your aristocracy.

Always the righteous, oh! You democracy.


As I walked down the pavement,

of your self-proclaimed generosity.

As I look up towards the “Antilla”, 

and stumbling upon a begging child,

so smitten by your “sense your equality”.

Oh! Stop fooling me, you beautiful democracy.


Helpless as I sound, as helpless I am

Caught in the Juggernaut

Does the “by, for and if”, still breathe and stand?

You make a mere spectator,

a simple pawn in the game.

To be the sacrificial one for the king,

one who sits with all the poise,

Slaving the chair you named “System and Bureaucracy”


You have always been the so charming,

So fluent in your machinery.

Keeping me in the apparition, of my electoral superiority.

Your wishes, your demands,

You tricky democracy!

The smartest, the master of delusion.

The beautiful face of monstrosity.


Oh! You democracy.

A truth, a lie? or

You are just a mystery.

Many faces with a single name, Democracy……