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Caged Freedom

Freedom

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Moving further away from reality,
The grass is no longer green
Or even a golden brown
Like the drop of apathy
Hanging heavy on the pavement.
There is no other side to look forward to
It has been embezzled by the present
And turned to a pile of rotting tomatoes
The show must go on
Though no one can remember
The last time it had been watched.

Illusions, the dearest of illusions,
Like shackles tying down the thoughts
Only wanting to pry free and elope
With the earliest breeze traveling to the north.
Where the hills rise up from the ground,
And the snow never melts,
Where rare crystal streams remind us of nature,
And what it is to be close to reality,
The same reality we have hidden
Behind grey buildings and tarred roads.

Eccentricity runs through the nerves
That brought to life these very words
But I am not afraid to be who I am.
In cages one is expected to live
Told tall tales about pseudo freedom
Garnished with lies and hypocrisy,
A friend today, a stranger tomorrow,
Only because one made the gravest mistake
Of being what they really believed in.
Then they tell me I can be free
Provided I follow the norms of society.

They can keep their freedom, tied up in a cage,
While I let mine roam the blue skies
For there is nothing wrong
With having different desires
And expectations from life
Than what billions before me have wanted.
Must I follow in the footsteps of the elders,
Who have left this world in ruins?
Maybe they can tie me, handcuff me to the walls
But my Spirit cannot be broken
My thirst for freedom cannot be quenched.
For I am not wrong, I just see things differently.

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I guess I am greatly influenced by the movie, “Into the Wild”, and of course the soundtrack. There is a song which was especially on my mind, “Guaranteed”, somehow the lyrics affect me in ways I cannot describe.


To Nature

Somewhere along the woody roads, the icy cold streams of one’s imagination can be heard, beckoning the unknown to come forward and take a plunge into the night. The woods are a lovely place, for it is where the earth comes into existence, where the earth becomes a fountainhead for all the beauty, for all the life, for all the wonderful things that nature has given us.

The song birds chirp happily, letting the song of their heart diffuse into the air, until a faint fragrance of life itself hangs lightly in the atmosphere. The Spirit of Dreams descends into the forest and brings with him the dust of hope, sprinkling it onto all that can be touched, and the soft glitter of this dust warms the heart and brings to it solace from the storms of everyday life. Silken threads of sleep bind us and gently lay us on the forest floor to become one with the meaning of life, and bring to us the cravings of our hearts. What would we be without nature’s dust shimmering in the twilight bringing ease to our minds?

The streams are made of crystals, sparkling like rainbows formed at the first shower of spring. Like cubes of ice, the water slips off the tips of our fingers, leaving traces of a frigid freshness. The golden fish glide through the silver moonlight, catching the rays on their fins as they dance to the music of life. The river cleanses all the dirt in our souls, leaving us at peace with a polished heart of gold. The water heals all that it flows over, and the blood of our hearts is returned. The water spirits smile brightly on the river bed.

The wind locks the trees in a dance inescapable, bringing to life the heart of the woods. The leaves rustle, the branches shake, and the blossoms fall, making a carpet at our feet to lead us softly into the heart of its dreams. Butterflies flutter, playing games with the ancient and wise trees, laughing as the leaves fall softly to the ground. The leaves are Mischief himself, harmless but fun, shading us from the moonlight, and letting in the sunlight at noon. The trees admonish these little fluttering leaves, leaving a mist of their breath hanging loose in the air, waiting to fall onto our eyelids as we sleep. Oh, dancing leaves, swaying trees, keep the world at your feet and protect it.

Dewdrops on the mossy floor glisten at the crack of dawn, like embedded diamonds singing the song of their soul. Each flower having flavored dew, attracts the honeybees to sing softly, whispering in their ears. The drops on the grass bring to the musky Earth a gift as they trickle down the stalk. The dewdrops bring a promise of life renewed, a life we have only dared to dream of. As the day does progress, growing older, unto death, the dewdrops slowly disappear, with a vow to return at the rebirth of a new beginning. They are tied to the dawn of a new day, the birth of a new start, these dewdrops of my heart.

Sadly, the beauty is fading fast, merging into the artificial pseudo-ecstasy, the temporary intoxication given by the most lethal of drugs. The song of life grows fainter at every passing moment, as more of nature is taken away, to heed the addiction of the material world. If only we could learn to live in harmony with the life around us, if only we could respect this special gift, this gift of nature, the elixir of life and death. There is no intoxication, like that of nature dwelling in our hearts.

Note: I got the above image from Utsav’s Blog.