trapped inside!!

i have taken this picture from google,it doesnot belong to me!!

do u know,
how if the memories of old traces
and the old faces,
we keep with us fo long,
travel with them the world so odd of past,
how it feels inside,;
as if u are trapped badly insde ur body's hive
and the escape is nomore
to fly in this free air
to breathe the fresh breeze
courage to tear out this fear.....
its like a cage,
or a fish jar,
decorated with the old ornament
dusting with rusty scars,
the entrapment,
the enslavement,
of old words,old faces,old hues,old traces;
is nomore less than the misery of phase
between life and death...
the vision still persists,
but the scenery of soothness
u see with haze!!

hiramalik
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