THE SPEECH OF FLAMES!~

My heart sings a song, silently,

following its own train of thought,

serenely it weeps out, singles self out;

burns in its silent flames;

and rejenuvates then, a phoenix!

it rises through the ashes,

not with a sense of purpose, but-

a sense of humiliation;-

the very essence of its birth!!

humiliation brunt over it,

in the name of fake paranoid;

paramounts fear to the peak.

Brought down from a soaring nightingale,

to the dark ashes;

making it feel weak enough-

prone to get misinterpreted and

mibehaved with- always!

is this it? supposed to act dumb as a doll

that smiles through all its wreck?

Never is it allowed to sing out lud;

incase it loses its voice?

cant rustle a wing...what if a feather sticks out?

cant soar up and fly high....what if it gets preyed out?

it indeed is a beautiful phoenix, well cared for;

by the warm worl!

but.....

there comes the "but"-

as you flip a coin to the second,

who'll flip emotions that play a mirage?

flipping might show everyone-

its not a well-cared for pheonix afterall,

but just an another, in a golden cage!

locked u pin a golden cageof fake paranoid,

paramounting fear to the peak!

break open the cage! Might come a day as such!

And when sure it does,

the music that flows out, would cast an aura,

that confides in all ashes,

washes away the mirages; and-

smiles through its evolution, for a spectacular revolution!!!~