Yet Untold

A thread to be held
a feel to be felt
Life it is.
Mark my words.

In labyrinth you walk
In puzzles you reply.
In mist you see.
In brutality you feel shy.

You hide from shadows
yet walk towards it.
You like the sunshine
yet  sit on creepy dark streets.

You call life a bird
but cage one in your home.
  . you want to fly to summace
but make one die trying to be free.

Life is not easy
it’s hard to keep up.
 yet the joy of flight
is something you can’t give up.

You say, you see well
yet your vision gets blurred.
You know how to speak
yet you are at loss of words.

Secrets wait to be uncovered
even the buried capstone shimmers.
They look for you
and yet you hide from your true lovers.  

You think you know life
its tricks and turns?
Let me tell you,
its a fire which never burns.

It tortures your feelings
and warms your cold heart.
It nurtures your love
and be the reason for being apart.

It is cruel
Yet beloved.
 life is  life,
a Tale still unheard.