Freedom From All

Waiting behind the silhouette of days

Passing each with a silence on tongue,

That the soul lying within denies,

Struggling and eager to dance and sing

What reclaim did happen alas

That world being free has cut its wings

And so it slithers under the ground

Hoping to sprout when the spring begins

Dense smoke suffocates and blurs

The similar paths it had walked before

And now that the time has changed again

Nothing but air can be gripped and bore

Peeling the scars that have dried and shred

The new skin beneath though fresh and pure

Darkens with the tans of time

That nowhere seems to aid and cure

With the bodily flesh and a beating heart

The cluster of nerves tangled in art

The intellectual self resting in skull

Can all this sustain within a soul so dull?

Thus it peeps, sometimes looks too far

In search of the final call

May be freedom from the fearsome fall

That has ruined it once and for all

And the Sun shone again

The sunshine bore outside the window, twinkling like gold against the grey clouds. It seemed as if heaven had descended upon earth after a long time. I wanted to go out, endure it, and feel the warmth on my skin. Before I could complete the surreal thoughts, somebody put down the curtains.

Something had shaken within me. I knew not but there was a disturbance, more like a ripple.

The sun dimmed its strength, hid somewhere behind the clouds. The golden light slowly faded. The white artificial light above my cubicle shone brighter now.

The mind drifted again and this time to the room where I was few minutes back.

“Where do you see yourself after seven years?” the question lingered on in my mind for some more time.

It was a simple question from one of our trainers in office but somehow the past and present lay naked before me as a question mark. What have I achieved till now? What has become of me? Was it what I wanted to be? Was it how I saw myself 5 years back? As if a tong was vibrating inside like a siren, an alarm system telling me that it is high time now, decide your path, decide your goals.

I was still aimless like a hollow log and I walked with a blurred vision. I wanted somebody to guide me and was in a thought that somebody would eventually pop up and show me the way. But nothing of that sort seemed to happen. I was stuck, restricted with my own mist of thoughts.

The sun shone again, across the clouds, cutting through the corners of the curtains. Its rays were now peeking through the gaps rather it forced through the crevices in between two curtains. It had made its pass through and now shone into the room with all its glory. The light just over my head shone in shame before the gold glow.

I took a long breath and suddenly my mind got cleared of all doubts and clarity settled in. The literal space had impact on my mind, deep within, from veins to nerves. I wanted to relive it, push through the crevices a little hard. May be a tone brighter, that was all it required, I required.

I saw the sun shine with all its might and I went out to live the moment.