Whispers of life

What is Life if not a palette colorful
Moments bright, joyous and also painful

Days fall in and the nights wear out
Leaving the age line tall and snout

Down these years, soul didn't age a bit
For every era it just found it's fit

Long I felt, the soul is shackled at some place
Where memories cling around, and also each face

A joyous reverie and so a nightmare
Every shade eager to get its share

That what constitutes me is not the bone and flesh
But all experiences sieved through life's fine mesh

Is the world truly huge, or a little tiny cell
Where your soul is chained, and your memories bell

Where am I, If not inside me
Within the bars as alone as can be

The escape is not there, for there is no door
No windows, or the walls that you can bore

What is needed are the wings of fire
Those that do not pain, nor least tire

Flapping hard and singing hopeful rhymes
Seeking happiness amidst ringing chimes

The soul may then rise, and the shackles fall
Ceiling disappears and the walls flat all

The whisper was always there
For You to hear and set the flare

You wonder who am I, where do I stay, and why
I am You, Your soul is where I lie, only to live and die