Crisp of life

Why you are not you, or we’re not we,
Why play other’s role, to fit in their mind.
Losing the old cassettes, notes, own belongings and yearnings.
Keeping memories was that childish?
Where does all those letters gone ,
engrossed with the ink of intimacy, memories, emotions and affections.
The cage of gold is no longer, Where they want to live in.
They reveals to rainy evening skies, between those tiny drizzling droplets
and breezy rattle of clouds.
They want to be in the verse
To fight against all odds that may excite and scares at the same time.
They saw that souls with hard work and passion are failures ,
and vultures spreading rumors were saviors .
Their heart screamed to fly,
To deny the world’s myth, escaping the pseudo world.
Why can’t we be ourselves once again ?