FREEDOM

The wind feels free today to speak

In the language of my heart vaulting with emotions

That tide over old passions reeking of death ;

To sing of liberty of imagination to build

Nests, may be with thousand imperfections ,

To sway even in storm with simple faith .

Why should someone stop me as I wander

In the star-lit sky searching for beloved’s letters soaked in tears

That fell into the breast of compassionate God long back

Storming the clouds to break heads on mountain tops

With no stops till the sky turned red

With oozings from clotted wounds  of black letters ?

The wind of my spirit is crazy today

Brushing its invisible body on green skin of leaves

That radiate streams of light behind those mountains

Soaked in our love to awake to dreams of such lovely beams !

Today I feel that I ‘m free to steal drops of dew from lips

Of my Love when she is into a slumber too deep for any call ;

I feel too that I’m free to fall

After every rise however big or small,

Free to wander, rest, fly or crawl !

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi 27/03/15