I am encaged in my horrific thoughts,
You are handcuffed with my love outside.
I try to scream and try to drive your attention to me,
you don't seem to hear,
so I pull out a rage,
Being crazy in all my might
to get that attention, that affection, that love,
That seems so distant to me in my plight.
I call you names,
you are handcuffed,
I throw things at you,
you are handcuffed,
What is it made of? Steel or love?
It's my love, my love.
Why cannot you get rid of it and see reality,
how much constrained I am right now.
Free me
I want to free myself from this cage,
Lest I would drag you alongwith me, in it, for life.
I am hating and loving those hand-cuffs simultaneously,
I want your complete surrender to my misery and plight,
Yet, stay bound with those hand-cuffs
So that they remind you of love,
that I never meant to give you
It's just for your complete surrender
To my own horrific thoughts.
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