A Sense

There's a sense of freedom

that she feels 

when she walks alone

in a crowded street.

There's a sense of freedom

that she gulps 

when she shuts the door

with her dreams to sculpt.

There's a sense of freedom

that she cries

when she is caged

by someone's thoughts so dry. 

There's a sense of freedom

that she accepts

when she makes

feverish peace with herself.

Should I?

Should I ask these questions or should I stop?
Should I hold on to somethings or should I let go?
Should be worried or should I be tension-free?

Should I try to change things or should I let them be?
Should I believe in reality or should I believe in dreams?
Should I raise my hands or should I raise my voice?


Should I search for the answers or should I let them find me?
Should I even believe there are answers to all the questions?
Should I? Maybe I should....




I may not know too much but I can surely think much more coz I can experience Life and Laugh as It is!