I live like I could die a second later
Incarcerated in compelled waves
Heart too weighed to lub-dup fine
Handicapped to leverage life in itself
I live like a hermit carb
Imprisoned, captive and implanted
Oblivious of good seconds and simple glee
Effortlessly to the lowest
Like the Oyster, the pearl is hard to reach
Even under the immense ocean
I can see but hardly grasp
It just slips through my fingers, like my luck
I love to think it is temporary
I love to believe it will vanish in thin air
As one day I decide to sit by the window
To capture vibgyor and the fleeting feathers.