I am a caged bird. The door is always open, I don’t long for freedom and my wings are burdened by weights of broken dreams. I look at the skies and sing, I walk on the ground in the evenings. It’s the nights that trouble me; the question isn’t if I can fly, it’s where to.
It’s not that i don’t see a destination nor am I afraid of the path. I have flown into hundreds of horizons and the scars run deep. Broken dreams stitch themselves into nightmares. I may be a coward but not by choice; Like the everyday sun, I have risen and sunk; I am tired, tired of the monotony and false hopes. I wish I was young enough to belong to someone yet old enough to own myself. If only I could change the direction of wind by waving my hands, wherever I walked to would be destiny.
In collaboration with Nawazish