In some mysterious world
I belonged to you..
You had bought me from a pawn shop
I was red in color
And you painted me blue

When the leaf decided
it is not part of the branch 
it belonged to the wind
It was free…

And today I can tell you
that life is more than what I said
it is..

It has a spice in it 
that we can savor the rest of life…
Something that can be profound
if we can let us free
give our spaces
meet when needed

It needs our permission 
because we are trapped
in our own lock 

We don’t have the key
but we can unlock it
through the experiences
in our life ahead

What we will experience 
is a puzzle…
What we solve
is also a puzzle
our puzzle…. not theirs…

We have no control of tomorrow 
not yesterday 

today…
We think we are in control..
But we are not…

Be free…
Not without our individual chains…

All supporting…
Never depending…

-Vinod-