The Conundrum of Freedom

The Delusions of Many Illusions

"It was I," said the prisoner, "who forged this chain very carefully. I thought my invincible power would hold the world captive leaving me in a freedom undisturbed. Thus, night and day I worked at the chain with huge fires and cruel hard strokes. When at last the work was done and the links were complete and unbreakable, I found that it held me in its grip."

The Whirling Dervish in the Starry Starry Night

Feeling Blue one bright sunny day

Significance

O accursed stillness of the night sky
O twinkling stars in the vast ocean
Why with each moment do you
Make me realise my immense insignificance
When all I hope is to escape into
Is a remote, cold emptiness
Where the only importance lies
In my survival and hence my significance...

The Bitter Reality

If only reality would sink 
Into the dark abyss of illusions
Where the wind of false promises
Lifted the soul to peaks of delusions
Instead of the whispers
Blowing stark truths of sorrow
To shatter the glass encased heart
Beating for a love that never comes.

Written in the depths of Sorrow. Perhaps what Lekha said is true and I really have never allowed the sky to darken enough. I just seem to rise up to fight after each knock. The wise would lead us to believe that this is the right way to live but I wonder what makes the Wise so? Am I really winning the game by getting up or just falling deeper into a trap layed out for me? One thing that I do definitely know is that Sorrow truly inspires creativity like happiness never can.

Apparently attempting Wordsworth

Winter Through your eyes

When the horizon stretched out yonder
When only peace prevails In each atom of yours
Only a silent chirp is all that nature dares
With just a few drops falling from above
As your gaze rests on barren cliffs
And the winds caress the desolate land
At that point in time when
Even the sigh of untold love seems real
Come hold my hand and walk with me 
Each moment here I want to see
Through my unseeing eyes, I dream
Of what your eyes and soul can see.

The Ones Left Behind

The ones left behind...!!!

We each have our own sorrows

Our own burdens we carry

Come to this world though free

We leave behind a deep void

Some tearful eyes bid farewell

Some glad to see the light dim

Eyes holding us back, pleading

Eyes unforgiving and unrelenting

As the fading world bids goodbye

A fleeting moment does pass

Do we leave behind more saddened brows

Or bid adieu pure as the day

The first light that shone in our eyes

And the first smile that brightened our presence

How do you want to go

Softly washed away from the Shore

Or gently blown away a whisper

Whether the sea or the blowing wind taketh us

Go we shall all one day

Fading away into a nothingness

Having put down all the burdens of sorrow.

Probably written with Lekha in my mind. Change was not something I welcomed well. She is a bittersweet enemy of mine whom I can't live without but don't like much either. Sometimes life throws a curve ball and how we react to it seals our fate. With the recent developments, I often catch myself wondering as to if I am the Stone being eroded by the river of Life and not really the floating log I had believed myself to be. 

One thing is for sure, though. This does seem to be a good exercise and shall be pursued every single day.