Mind is the storehouse of innumerable emotions . Locked up, ready to spring at the slightest of chance and hover around like bees around the honeycomb.

I feel like a caged bird,
Deprived of taking flight to places unheard,
I crave for adventure:
To places of creative juncture,
The eyes look around frantically,
To be freed from the shackles of misery,
To kiss the sunlight;
And the meadows - far and wide,
The eyes have turned pale out of waiting,
Expecting You to release me from this pain captivating,
Still the heart gets strength from hope's cove,
You will come to my rescue...won't you......my love?