Cry of the Poet...

I am the flesh dipped in Religion...
Dyed with Red of The Principles of the World...
Cut to follow the Herd of a Common Man...
With eyes that tend to fly high like a Kite,
But always being controlled and pulled back by the strings playing between the Unknown fingers
Eyes imprisoned between the bars of red and green
Making friends with silence of Life,
But with crowded thoughts falling to sleep with The Sun
Till the World awakes and occupying the Lips of The Mind to shout at the Outside Silence...
having wings bound by chains and drawn in to the depths of the Waters
Flowing across the silent cries till the end of thoughts...
A heart Wild and Dense at the same time Cultivated and Singing Calm...
As if Holding a Sword drenched in blood in one hand
with a Pen in the other writing the melodies...
Standing among the Crowd yet Alone...
Locked up behind four walls unseen by the World outside...
But having the nerve to Smile at the flow of Time...
At the people who mock and betray...
Smile at the silence of the self and have a calm heart...
I AM ..... YOU