Wednesday, June 9, 2010

A free bird

One fine day,
I'll simply vanish, 
leaving behind no trace, 
other than, 
just a memory, 
then slowly that memory shall also fade away...
                       like the wisps of hanging smoke.... 






Still,
somewhere,
high up in the sky,
far far away from all the world's cares,
                                                 free,
                                          unknown, 
                                     Un-beckoned....
                                           I shall fly


                                        Forgotten,
                                        by the rest,
                                        yet, still aware of myself,
                                                             of my dreams,
                                                             of my desires,
                                                             of my choices...


                                                             known only to myself,
                                                                          like a free bird
                                                                          I shall fly ,
                                                                          in the open sky,
                                                           in pursuit of my peace
                                                           spreading wide,
                                                           the wings of anarchy that burns within
                                                                          



                                                                                                                                                 



                                                                   
                                                                       
                                             
                                                              

23 comments:

baavriviti said...

i love it meeta! i really do.

Toon India said...

nice expression ..good one meeta

meeta said...

@viti glad u like it :)

meeta said...

@rahul thanku :)

Vivek said...

Simply awesome... compliments the great weather :)

Lost Thoughts said...

beautiful meeta :)

Freedom said...

good one!! keep writing!!

HeadWay said...

This piece is poetry in it's essence. So beautifully are the verses crafted that visualization and personalization are effortless, yet the last verse undoes the picture of outer and inner equanimity the poem has painstakingly built. And I guess, therein lies the handsomeness of thoughts and magnificence of art!
Kudos Meeta! I loved your work.

Nikita Banerjee said...

Is the typo-para spacing done deliberately? If yes, then it already signifies the free spirit in you :).

I love the idea of flying up high above unbeknown!

meeta said...

@Vivek i loved the beginning of the poem, but i don't like how it ended, but sum how i could not alter the ending as it came with the same thought process...maybe i'll edit it later.

meeta said...

@Surubhi thanku :)

meeta said...

@Freedom thanku for d read & comment.

meeta said...

@Headway thanku for your read & insightful comment..& trust me even as the writer..I find the last unbecoming of the poem....but try as I may I can't keep it away from the poem..it then feels incomplete.

meeta said...

@Nikita the spacing b/w the paragraphs & the construction of lines was deliberate.....that is how i wrote the poem when it started coming to me.
Thank you for the read 7 comment :)

Aditya Nandode said...

The real freedom! Nothing to tie u down to the Earth, not even a memory! Nice feeling!

meeta said...

@Aditya thanku :)

Peter J. Crowley said...

Very good, fly on to peace.
enjoy pjc
http://www.peterjcrowley.com
It appears Google won't let me post on open ID?

Adee said...

hmmmm
to fly or not to fly
maybe i will, maybe i won't
no matter what the state of the wings
the question will remain, still

meeta said...

@Peter thanku for reading thru..I'll surely chk out ur blog :)

meeta said...

@Adee the question is why would u not wanna fly??

chandrakant said...

one should not be so pessimistic.Live and find meaning who knows what happens after we are dead.

meeta said...

@chandrakant I'm soi if u felt that the poem was pessimistic...bt infact this poem was about hope.

Hope of a human being to be one day able to do whatever his or her soul wishes to do, without being held up by the expectations or chains that bind us in the present day high output to meet high expectation lifestyle....Freedom to be what we wish to be.

chandrakant said...

@meeta i humbly accept that i got the author's imagination wrong but...I think i turned the essence of poem upside down.Thanks correcting me.NICE THOUGHTS KEEP WRITING...