To Be Free

To feel the gentleness in a summer breeze
And not remember the bygone tempests;
To look up at the spotless, blue sky
And not think of dark, lashing torrents;
To give a voice to every thought born of deep conviction,
And not smother it with your trepidation;
To smile the beginnings of a soft smile
And not stop it with your constraint;
To feel what you want to feel
Without the shackles of expectation or memory –
Be it Grief, Anger or Silly Joy;
This is what I think is Freedom.
For it is only when you clearly see,
That prison is not only four bound walls with no windows
But also the high castles built by your mind & dreams
Will you be truly free.

They say that poetry speaks to your soul. What they didn’t say was how difficult it is to write – especially if you plan to adhere to strictures laid down by intimidating little things like Petrarchan Sonnets (Google: Different forms of poetry). I realised it only when I attempted to write a poem for a competition and came up with something which has no rhyme or rhythm. However, parents are forever cursed to love their offspring, no matter how broken. With that thought, I am posting the poem (And I use that word very loosely) here. Read it with a soulful, serious voice and it will sound a little decent.