Dense Senses

I let my nerves restrain more and more

I let myself wait more and more

I let my pores sweat more and more

Might be it would let me find my inner core

Might be it would let me differentiate rot and pure

Might be it would lead me to freedom-door

And today in the rapid race of life

In the false praise and frustrating strife

I too have got addicted for this dazzling yet shallow life

Moving in the same way, millions are running

Dreaming and desiring the same thing, millions are doing

And dying for love when so much love is raining

Have I not lost myself in the crowd of people?

Have I not become cripple due to race of being special?

Sometimes I feel to break all these invisible dazzling chains

And let my soul feel the unadulterated air outside these hollow dens

But my senses have become so dense

Its gravity is not letting me come out of the social-fence.

But one day I would, no more this life can lure

Life is so short; one must go for its cure.