Today
when i see outside

i don't see anything

except the moon staring at me ,
city street lights mourning on death of the city,
birds chirping on the funeral of what not.

All my words fill the space inside this place.

They break their heads on the walls.

Destroyed into pieces they come back to me.

I keep telling  them

please cross the boundary of these walls
and make yourself free from all shackles.