Every flame that takes birth with a burst of spark,
And seeks to endure even the harshest tempests,
Finally spreading the warm orange glow of serenity and freedom...
...But what is that elusive freedom,
for which we had to die, and kill,
Be hated, and hate,
or
Be lonely, and just wait,
till that moment of apparent clarity
as if those chains that you willed,
ceased to exist,
Were they chains embedded in your mind,
or just no more than a figment w emade ourselves to believe we were trapped in...
...Of what use is that freedom that bonds you,
into doing what you do,
thinking the way you think,
can life actually be made to reset,
in a mere blink?
...And what does it mean to be free,
and claim that righful space in your "own" blue skies,
when all that you will do is,
to fight for a slice of its pie?
Ponder on this - In any social setting freedom for one person is necessarily a restriction for someone else. For e.g. if A is free to wander without being robbed B is not free to rob.
ReplyDeleteWhat you are saying is - Life is a struggle, be it for material things or friendliness, companionship & love. What is the meaning of freedom in such context? Even if one has material things, there is insecurity of loosing it or comparison of it being not enough.
ReplyDeleteWhat freedom is then? Is it fantasy - a dream? Would it ever be reality?