Sitting on the carpet of light
woven by the window bars,
a sense of longing stroke me tight...
...
Life has all it's twists and turns.
The race starts as silence is
broken by the gunshot cry.
...
Limited Freedom
Sitting on the carpet of light
woven by the window bars,
a sense of longing stroke me tight...
It seems at times, that my thirst for light
and fence-less grounds
laid in satisfied by the windows...
And now it seems my love
for that place, poured over by sunshine,
arose from the same reason...