Are you ok?

Are you ok?

Screams my failing heart
Seems like the world is falling apart
Not being able to respire even
Dying in an unknown tension
Not sure how are you all these moments
Must have been just fine busy with daily chores
But still why I have an uncanny insight!
Some eerie thoughts ringing the bell!
That what if you are not that well...
I wont even come to know and die inside
The most painful agonising death
I have no means and right to know
Whats going on to my OWN other side
The flowers wither fast in manmade wreath
With one to spray some rain drops fresh
And happily see the flowers dry
Looking COOL in the arrangement
They have purchased the flowers and
Paid for the bouquet
So they have the right to posses it
And observe the decay
knowing well with no matter
Of tap water
They shower
Each and every flower
Would still aspire
For just a drop of fresh rain water
Which can make it feel like life
But they would be always denied
Of the most basic need of Life
Deprived,
Each of the flowers would hastily die
But the flowers are bought
So the death is just okay
As long as they
Have to glorigy
MY own purchased bouquet
The world is in an unmatched frolicing time
But my soul imprisoned like a prisoner
As after a grotesque crime
Shackled like the bird in the cage
The bird who owns the sky
And flutters its wings
In an indignant cry
To let it fly
And meet the tranquility
Higher than high
But no deaf ears can hear its scream
Happy to see the bird in iron rim
Heaves a heavy
Sigh of Relief
That after all these efforts
Of months put together
Finally the bird is set to die!!!
In my
Own entrapped custody