The Moonlight of My Life

Your light of love filters
Through my transparent Heart,
Fills my empty winter
With warmth of joy and mirth.

Your peals of innocent laughter
Rings in my ears like fairy whispers,
Magical, melodious; softer
Than the  first fall of snow showers.

You move like a water lily;
Your body teases me all day,
And my whole being readily
Goes soft with every sway.

You are the moonlight of my life,
Where you rise to bring light
In darkness and always strive
To safely put to sleep, the night.

A feeling

I made up my mind to say
All the words gathered for you along the way;
I put it into a single one
For they all point to the same one.
Let me ask you if you know
What is that I am going to show?
It is within my heart and in my mind;
It's a feeling, deep and blind,
Which I want to reveal
To you and want you to feel.
Tell me what will you do
If I tell you that I love you?

Freedom and You

“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first.”

                                                                                    ― Jim Morrison

You cannot think of ‘Freedom’. Freedom is something you should feel when you give up on what you desire, your faith and your role. Can freedom ever be achieved? That is the question I am going to seek. I do not know if there is an answer or if I am ever going to find it. I will start with the ideas that make our mind believe that we are free (but the reality is far from it). Where is your freedom? Where does it lie?

You leave your freedom on the doorsteps of your office, on the yard of your temple and at the threshold of your house. You are a slave of your roles, responsibilities and duties. You exchange your freedom for a role in a society. Your freedom is exchanged for money. Your freedom is even exchanged for your life; as they say 'death sets you free'.

They say, "freedom is doing what you want to do". In the modern world we have the rights. But are we really free just because we can do what we want to? Where is the freedom that we enjoy? You live in a world where you are woken in the morning by the sound of an alarm clock, a predetermined force, that binds you in a routine from the very start of the day. You wake up with a purpose fed by and linked to another entity. You wake up not for yourselves but for something that is compelling you to. You snooze your alarm once, twice.. but can you ignore it forever? The clock of inevitability starts ticking and you know you are going to be a wound up toy for the rest of the day.

You travel to your destination. You give up your freedom of direction for a sense of convergence. The road is a fixed one, the result is known and the circumstances understandable. There is no exploration because there is no time. You are leashed to your desk, your cubicle... to your work. Pull it apart and your whole system breaks down.

You are born with a faith that you are branded with; a second skin that you cannot peel off easily. Fight it and it drags you down to a place where you lose your identity and without identity there is no meaning of freedom. You are bound to play an act; your action defines you without any individuality. It is a collective responsibility where you are a part of and bound by social responsibilities.

You have a family. You play your role in it. You have your responsibilities. You are bound by those responsibilities where you cannot let the wild notion of freedom run chaos among the order of life. We are bound to do what is put to us by the circumstances of time and rely upon the fulfillment of the purpose to define ourselves rather than give definition of our own purpose.

You have your role, you have your duties, you have your faith... you have your life and even death gives you no freedom. Death takes away your freedom to live.

Where is your freedom?