in vain, always in pain

when breaths take hold
of the tether
of tensions
produced by the extended hopes
who uses whom
does not matter
can indeed any one use the being
or the nothingness as is wont
why should we lose faith
and have anxiety
over the fear
that we are a pawn
in the hands of those
who have a big design
to become
what we may not like
abandon
leave it
go away
dont stay
a minute longer
whenever the place demands
relinquishing
the freedom to be
what makes us real,
rest is a meaningless journey
in vain,
always in pain