Freedom Without...

He was too full of life
They said
When they tried to justify
Why he flew away

Now the sky was his
They knew
And they envied
For their wings were clipped

He rode the wind
He danced in the air
While they looked on from below
Through the bars of that cage

He drifted away
Miles and more miles
For he was free
For the first time in his life

He saw the world
One block at a time
While they sat, trapped
Hoping to be him, someday

The sights, the sounds
The smells, the touch
The air, that surrounded him
Was alive, was free

He drifted with the air
Floating away
New worlds unfolding
Right beneath his wings

Freedom, it was his at long last
He whooped with joy
While they sat back and wondered
When would come, that day

But no one heard that whoop
And no one smiled with him
For when he looked over his shoulder
No one looked back at him...

Comments

  1. Brian MillerJanuary 15, 2010 at 4:50 PM

    oh, i really like this one...
    i wonder were they too afraid of freedom in their own confining thoughts.

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  2. Brian MillerJanuary 15, 2010 at 4:50 PM

    oh, i really like this one...
    i wonder were they too afraid of freedom in their own confining thoughts.

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  3. Iddy AlbatrossJanuary 15, 2010 at 6:48 PM

    Maybe they were afraid of the loneliness he felt...

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  4. bondgal_rulzJanuary 15, 2010 at 9:52 PM

    Once again, reminds me of someone I know. The same someone as in the last post. :)

    Seems like the joy of freedom was incomplete for him....kinda sad for that.

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  5. bondgal_rulzJanuary 15, 2010 at 9:52 PM

    Once again, reminds me of someone I know. The same someone as in the last post. :)

    Seems like the joy of freedom was incomplete for him....kinda sad for that.

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  6. Iddy AlbatrossJanuary 15, 2010 at 10:19 PM

    @ bondgal... Yes, that freedom was somewhat incomplete... I guess he did wish a few things to come with that freedom too :)

    Cheers...

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  7. Iddy AlbatrossJanuary 15, 2010 at 10:19 PM

    @ bondgal... Yes, that freedom was somewhat incomplete... I guess he did wish a few things to come with that freedom too :)

    Cheers...

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  8. NitiJanuary 21, 2010 at 6:11 PM

    you know...freud says that the protagonist in a piece of writing..is actually a wish unfulfilled of the author himself..

    he lives his wishes thru the "hero" of the writing..

    so when it says he's free he's actually trying to say he "wants" to be free

    I am not drawing any analogies.. Freud just popped into my head..

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  9. NitiJanuary 21, 2010 at 6:11 PM

    you know...freud says that the protagonist in a piece of writing..is actually a wish unfulfilled of the author himself..

    he lives his wishes thru the "hero" of the writing..

    so when it says he's free he's actually trying to say he "wants" to be free

    I am not drawing any analogies.. Freud just popped into my head..

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  10. Iddy AlbatrossJanuary 21, 2010 at 6:38 PM

    @ Niti... Freud was a genius. :D

    Although, at the end of the poem, the protagonist does find that he's alone, even in that freedom. I wonder what Freud would say about that...?

    Cheers...

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  11. Iddy AlbatrossJanuary 21, 2010 at 6:38 PM

    @ Niti... Freud was a genius. :D

    Although, at the end of the poem, the protagonist does find that he's alone, even in that freedom. I wonder what Freud would say about that...?

    Cheers...

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  12. NitiJanuary 22, 2010 at 1:08 AM

    dunno what freud says about that...but that reminds of one of Gulzar's poems..will send it across someday

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