When I look at my friends and talk to them,
I don’t find them happy.
They have enough bank balance, they can survive,
And they are just surviving.
They have lost their happiness, each one of them.
Is this just a phase? Or this will last for a lifetime?
There is a storm up to every throat and heart;
They will survive. They will not.
They are now dreaming of running away, so do I.
Once upon a time, all those souls were happy and free;
Now they are burdened.
Heaviness settling on their shoulders and in their hearts.
They might lose it.
I just hope they don’t.
They say the words and feel it too much;
Either they feel a lot or not.
I can hear their cry for freedom and happiness,
I feel it too.
It is very strong.
Taking us all in, deep, very deep.
We will get out of it, but then we will not talk about this,
We will bury it deep inside our hearts, too scared to take it out and show the world.
We will still talk, just superficial.
There will not be any long walks and carefree laughing, smiling, teasing and our secrets.
Maybe we will find the happiness or at least feel like we found it.
The freedom will have new definition.
Definition chosen by the society, in a square impenetrable box.
Maybe some of us will break through it someday;
They will define things for them,
They will know what true freedom is and how to be really happy.
I will see real smile on their faces and the laughter out of their throats will not be constricted.
A few dreams will reach their destination.
I am happy for that and hoping for that.
If even one of them finds the dream, it will be success.
Success for all of us.
But now the things are gloomy and clouded;
They are enveloped in the sadness of what is lost, unable to see what is in front.
We are directionless, the paths are new and thorny.
The fog is thick; forcing us to hold on to whatever comes into our hands.
We are reaching out for anything that gives us the hope,
One day we will find the light, and some of us will reach out to it to go out.
The small flicker of courage and hope will blossom into a strong fire;
The hypnotizing fog will not be able to hold us any longer.
Breaking the chains will not be easy, my dear friends,
But maybe we will be able to do it.
Right now, all I see is the broken fragments of our dreams;
They hurt like the broken glass shards slicing through our naked flesh.
The words, when they are spoken, promises that they are losing the fire in them.
The shine is fading away, just like life leaves the dying eyes.
No one cares about your and my dreams,
We have to keep it protected.
Pretend that you forgot and forgave;
They will see your broken smiles with their weak eyes,
Sounds of shattering dreams falling upon the deaf ears.
It happened to many, happens to many, will happen to many;
Just let them think they won, we will win our will back someday.
Just keep calm and get ready.
The dreams will roar one day and you will be the only one alive on the battlefield.
You will find yourself.
You will win.
I hope, we will and so will I.