In Wait For Tomorrow

I really do not know,if it was 'The God of Small Things',or simply the undercurrent of emotions bubbling inside of me,all I know is I wrote this with a an absolutely perplexed mind.Do leave in your comments(at the least inbox me what do derive out of it/out of me):

In the silence of the day

creeps the shadow,

Tormenting the footsteps

of yesterday.

The veil that falls

reveals the untold history

of Her destiny.

The journey ahead traverses,

capturing the tale

of the cage.

The wings that were

once meant to fly,

are tattered and the

soul caged.

Yet,the sorrow seems

too small before

The vast ocean of misery.

The struggles of the lives

before the eyes.

Concealing behind the smile,

the eyes held the secret,

that destiny converges

sorrows.

Waking up each day,

with an

unawakened hope.

With the footsteps of

yesterday.

Yet life breaks and

tatters each day.

The well-earned labour.

It seeks the very

essence,the freedom,

She has earned.

The wings are clipped,

and the soul caged,

yet the yearning to fly,

cannot be broken.

The Sun may not rise;

today,not even

tomorrow,

But it shall one day,

And when it does,

No cage shall be able to

bind the soul,

Nor clipped wings be

incapable of flight.

Yet the promise of tomorrow

cannot shatter the pain of today.

It merely is the light at the end,

The tunnel too long,

And the wings too tattered.

Though Tomorrow seems a better

place to be,

Today is destined to be learnt.

The foretold History

prophesies a broken promise,

"This too shall pass."