Conceptual freedom
Ripped off wings,
skies to fall from,
water to sink in,
smoke to choke with,
rains to pierce through,
and excuse the damn bars which were never visible.
Freedom doesn't come with flying tricolored kites.
and service doesn't come without bending on your knees
Freedom, if ever attained, gets captured in dreams
and dreams get captured by minds other than yours.
when you wake up
they leave you only with an image;
of wings spanning universe,
skies to float on,
ripples to lay on,
clad in smoke knit fabric of heaven,
waiting for rain drops to trickle down like fingers tickling down the neck.