Prisoner of Life

Prisoner of Life

When I am in my mother’s womb
I am prisoner of womb.
When I grown up…I felt I am free
I felt like I am prisoner of responsibilities.
Got married and had kids.
Feeling like prisoner of bonding

Enjoyed each and every moment of life
Still feeling like prisoner of life
I am getting dreams that
I am flying in nowhere to reach some thing
Waiting for God to open the gates
So that I can fly and take rest in his lap

-o-

Passing through suffering
Passing through agony
Passing through happiness
Passing through sadness
All are moving like seasons
I know I can’t stay in one season always

-o-

Walking fast …falling hard
Getting up …walking again..
I don’t know this journey
Where it goes
Hope I will see God
At the end of this road

-o-

Falling many times
Bouncing back
To catch the missed moment
You run fast
You walk slowly
Irrespective of pace
Everybody will reach same destination
-o-

Felt like there is no fun in running
Walking slowly
Situations are crazy
Making me to run jazzy
Body is moving lazy
Feeling like frenzy
I told my self
Don’t be scary
Just for a moment stood still and
Feeling like prisoner of life

-o-

Taking the strokes in life
Crying for each one
Pain in the body
Pain in the mind
Looking at God as Sculpturer
Hoping for beautiful shape and
Accepting each stroke with ease
Feeling like prisoner in stone
Waiting for each stroke with patience
Each stroke is going to break each prison bar
Each stroke is shaping me as good Sculpture
Until that I am prisoner of Stone

-o-

I want to do plenty of things
But realized slowly that
I am bonded with many constraints
Stopped for a moment
Am I free? or Am I bonded?
As long as I am in this life
I am prisoner of life

-o-

Why should I waste my present time?
By thinking of tomorrows free time
When the time comes, I am sure
God is going to free me from this life
Up to that I decided to do all the work
Work is asked by God as guard
Doing with love
Doing with hope
Doing with all my effort
To fulfill his dreams
In hope that one day he frees
This prisoner of Life

-o-

Suddenly I realized
I am not alone
Always there is God
On the other side of the bars
He is watching me
When I sleep
When I eat
When I cry
When I laugh
Because he is my guard

-o-

Working hard
Staying calm
Praying soft
This is the story of
Prisoner of life

-o-

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