SOLILOQUIES ~ Beyond Few Words

You exist in me, And with me you die...

There is this world where some birds are never free, They rise, they fly, they soar high but all in their dreams Because some birds are never free 

And there is this one life which remains locked in so many promises, expectations, desires Some I opened, For some I lost the key And Yet there are some which I broke, WRONG but it was just to feel free.

The innocence that you saw in my heart, Was the gift of your company

There is no heaven or hell up there for which you'll have to wait till death It all exists here in this world, your heaven, your hell Where are you living?

Yes, I have found the way The happy path is what they say But why am I in such a dismay

It does not make any sense It is an ugly thing to say. You know it Still you say it. Why. I cannot comprehend.