I Cage myself .

 I cage myself .

To Catch that moment ,

For,

 What I had choose. 

Consciously,

Subconsciously,

Unconsciously. 

I created myself special For emotions. 

The moment 

I clicked my selfies .

So many truths were gone hidden,

Now the truth will never divulge.

 Nor even going to explain .

The selfies 

There was a good reason for that 

So many times...... 

When for someone

 I showed

 I was alive dead.

That a boy 

Now tell me this side of me

 He is May be my age 

With His kids mind 

He plays with everything in the garden 

Sitting on the bench 

With his chaapal. 

He searches those Things 

Those were invisible for me

 I have seen 

HE plays with his hand 

With his foot

 With his bench

 With his button

 Even the bench screw makes him his smile

 He sits on the ground

He takes the mud 

He shakes his hands He moves his head everywhere Maybe The owl gets the surprise.

He plays with his torn pocket

He wears a half pant which is many times 

He forgets to pull upside 

He plays with self Sometimes he sees the world Around

 And

He turns again 

Back to self

I came back home

I less moved

 I clicked myself so many times

 I felt I created something

 I imagine it's a good me ME

 The end I get my tiredness

 Over myself 

Then I play software's sometimes 

For what? 

For Being dead 

To imagine

 I was alive, alive

We are all so photogenic as it is. 

Some are in with light .

Some are in the darkness .

Some are in the shadows .

That visual moment ,

Wish we lived.

Then We are enjoying

The appreciations,

 As a soul 

When us knows that 

We are actually

Now exist differently.....