I saw from within the cell of my being.
Forbidden freedom came knocking one day.
I peeped out at the sudden interruption
and saw…
But what was there to see?
My eyes clothed in their earthly apparel
strove in vain for a blessed glimpse –
A glimmer of light; a sparkle of silver
as dust falling onto a sunlit ledge
but all in vain; I was blind.
I tried to feel; grope on in the dark
and felt…
But what was there to feel?
A clammy coldness of the heart
from reaching out in the balmy air
to feel something that was not there?!
Finally I tried to hear
and heard…
the beating of my heart,
loud and clear, like a soldier’s march
trudging back to camp with footsteps weary.
I strained to hear something more
but does silence have a voice?
O freedom, if you come next time,
bring your Identity card along.
How else can one know someone
Not seen, not heard, nor felt?
Maybe, just maybe
The address to which you came was wrong.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_EPSrbhYaM
* This poem has been written and presented by me at the Foundation of Saarc Writers and Literature Conference in New Delhi, India in March 2011. Click the link to view a video recording of the proceedings. For improvement in audio quality use headphones.
* Illustration created by the author.
awesome write, bless you.
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Cheers.
Thanks for the info! I’ll definitely have a look.
You are a wonderful writer….
JP
http://tasithoughts.wordpress.com/2011/06/18/heart-master/
Very nice images.
Great write – loved the question “does silence have a voice”
Its a question that haunts me still when I see distress, trauma and suffering anywhere in the world.
Brilliant piece very beautiful…
Lovely.
This is so beautiful, the flow is divine and I agree with A.B. great line!
Thank you so much for the feedback. 🙂 I was wondering when anyone would comment on the flow. I love playing with sounds and the flow of words. I’ll be posting other poems where I have deliberately tampered with the flow at times to create a jarring effect. Let me know your views on that as well.
Very thought provoking.
Forbidden freedom came knocking one day. We often dont realize that some freedom is forbidden
Absolutely. We have our own little life spaces to move in and freedom to break out is not on the cards or the crystal ball. The glass houses we live in show greener grass but how does one reach out to the other side? Some freedom, is forbidden…
This is so beautiful and the beating of the heart left a deep impression on me, thank you for sharing!
Thanks Leonargo. 🙂 Im glad you felt what I wished to convey.
Excellent job!
I am in Love with your style!
Thanks a lot! 🙂
amazing poem
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