You are free bird and this is your sky, You ought to follow us without asking why. You are free until you are in this cage, You have to be here irrespective of your age. And when you feel you can't breathe in here, Don't forget you are a girl the world don't want you to interfere. Ooh my dear daughter don't dress that way, You live in this society what they will say. Don't let down your parents; lower your voice, And if you can totally keep quiet that will be better than nice. You shameless fool how dare you be so late, Next time you enter this house so late you'll see closed gate. Ooh my lovely wife I hope you only chose me, And no need to lift up your veil this world isn't for you to see, You need not cross this threshold you have an open sky inside, Don't forget I have done a favour by choosing you my bride. I am not just your husband I am your universe, And You are nothing more than my private nurse. Ooh my dear mother thank you for giving me life, But wasn't it your duty when you chose to be my father's wife? And don't you worry about your old age until I exist, Afterall my wife and this home will need you to use your fist. And while my children will grow I'll get a free nanny, It's funny how you did the same while I grew up, mommy. So my dear women, are you really free inside this invisible cage? You can live in there happily or you can use your rage. I know this doesn't happen to all of you out there, But all of us are inside one or other cage and trust me that's unfair. As little as not wearing your like to as big as being treated as shit, Everything is unjust; come on you aren't a puzzle piece they can fit. So don't misapprehend this cage to be your sky, You have all rights to ask and it's their duty to answer all your why.
Amidst placating clouds of caelum With Piquant foreclosure of reveries One seeks for a palpable landscape About Mosaics of mitigating beings Who wander imperviously As if a servitude is preached beseechingly While pristine buds roar out of prolixity For the blooming is impeded perversely As the constructor of this world Disguises as a Poet And through the quill Speaks about the empty cage The heart holds dearly That could be filled with Inherent incumbent emotions And allegories about Life
A defeated doyen: An empty cage, An exhausted, And a defeated doyen sits inside invisible to the world And visible to me. I give him faith, But he gives a defeated smile, I tell him to come with me And he says no with teary eyes, I coax him, But he never enters my body for living in the world that my breath sanctions every day. Yes, I return alone, I return alone And he remains in an empty cage Awaiting time to finish him. #cage #wod
Even after letting go of the last bird, I hesitate. There something in this empty cage that never gets released Above is the poem by Garous Abdolmalekian. and verse of my each sentence We are into the shades of white, And I started liking off white not a plain white Even if I know both highlights the dark ink in same Plight. When the every corner is pushing me into whites I'm more and more into the light I will keep ringing about this we need white white white and white. Calculation of colors will be done later in life as I don't Know the color of flight.