Freedomé

The sounds grew softer then,
I smiled wider, absorbed by time…
Soon as the dust settled down,
I stood alone – transfixed in glee,

Sight faded into the void beyond,
And the earth rose up to meet me,
There on the sweet smelling earth
My mind wandered to times bygone.

To days gone far by, another era,
Aye, swirling in thoughts was I,
Engulfed by the mind, the world,
Devoid of meaning abetted by fate,

In the midst of a gale, I stood lost,
Blind, but for the moment at hand
Unsure of the sounds that perched,
Jeering, waiting for failure to rise…

Then, before cognition could sink in,
Gales weakened to winds, fell away.
Replaced by a breeze, unnatural calm,
Leaving me lost, curiously – uneasy…

The breeze was moist, refreshingly soft,
With uncanny knack, it instilled inside,
Such warmth that it set my senses aglow,
Stirring up emotions, lay hidden inside…

Little leaves in the breeze gave me insight,
Showed me myself, from a different side,
Made me believe I could do what I’d not,
Thus, little leaves, evolve did my psyche

Then one fine day, I heard whispers in the air,
A voice that told me of lands beyond my reach,
It taught me to dream and then slowly believe,
Of a land so beautiful, it could shame paradise…

I was lost in the breeze, the leaves and the voice…
For the dream of freedom, did dissolve my mind,
And I pranced about feeling, that all was right…
I ignored like a fool, signs showing me true sight

I knew within, deep inside - I was still yet myself,
Naught can zephyrs, leaves or soft voices evade
What I was, for you see – they knew not what I
And soon came the day, they could take no more…

The breeze still so moist, veered out of my path…
Little leaves perturbed, drifted higher – up above
The voice faltered, weakened - almost faded away
For a second, I stood aghast – time stood static.

The sands of time, turned it course around,
And I found myself staring as it faded away
The breeze began to fade and voice subside,
I was left with but traces of last few leaves,

My mind swam back to the cold sweet earth
As I lay there I realized, it was not a dream,
For in me still did persist whims of my past,
Traces drawn out of the my friends foregone

As I lay there listening to the return of the gale,
Rage of the wind, familiar sneers echo about,
I realized for the first time, what I had found,
From my past I was finally – completely free…


16th Feb 2006
Manas R Moothedath