Mental Cage

Imagine a free bird soaring in the sky . Then see that same bird in a cage . What would that bird be doing would it be sitting complacently . No it would be hopping mad all round the cage. Its eyes will only be focused on the open sky outside . It would be hopping jumping trying to find out the way outside so that It can soar away again. The once free bird now in a cage is what represents my mindset now. I feel as if I am mentally caged . I can’t but hop on everywhere , I am trying so hard to find a way out of the cage which is there. How hard it is to find a way out of invisible cage . A cage of my own thoughts , my own feelings , my own fears . I am hopping inside a cage self created by me . A cage whose door I don’t even know exists or not.
I feel the need of freedom but what can be more free than imagination which runs at a speed of light. But still my imagination cannot cast away the sinking feeling of dark depressing thoughts . Sleep only casts a temporary relief as a blanket will on a caged bird’s hopping.
As soon as my eyes open my mind starts struggling in a cage which is unrelenting in its solidness.What scares me more than this cage, is the thought that this cage is created by me for myself. Where have I thrown the key of this cage . Who will free me from a cage which exists in my mind but is still crippling me .
And then a thought persists at the back of my mind whether do I want to free myself of the cage . A rebellious thought occurs- who doesn’t want freedom , but then why cage yourself in one place , one thought one scenario – A fixed circle of thoughts

A swirling whirlpool of thoughts engulf my mind . I don’t know anymore which is real , what is just an imagination . Its becomes a dream like state where everything is unconnected but yet there is a conviction, a deep seated conviction that there is a subtle link . That link is hidden behind a dark blanket of thoughts so threatening that I cannot even go inside . A door created by own fears . A door which I suffer to open
And yet my mind longs for freedom, a chance for imagination to run free, faster than the speed of light.
What is it that my mind is searching for . It must be something very great for something which is so hard to get that a thing as powerful as a human being’s imagination , a mind cannot but just long for it
May be it can be described as something as simple but as elusive as PEACE.