“Wipe out the paints, unmould the clay,
Let nothing remain of that yesterday.” – Kamala Suraiyya Das
I break down the wall,
unmolding each day
from the shackles of my mind.
Like the bird in a cage,
Rebelling against myself,
Never cared of being a misfit.
Mind paces into an egress,
Gliding thoughts alike wings
Setting on fire and free,
Soaring to a boundless freedom !
