Breaking Free

Breaking Free short poem

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Feel like breaking free from all
Good and bad that I recall
Free from the shackles of loving souls
And from the shackles of fear and doubt
Wonder if all feel this way
To experience hews on life’s highway.

Monsoons passed and I stood there
Or was it Newton’s law in play
Coz how was it the path hadn’t changed
For years together, there I lay
Wishing, willing, many emotions ranged.
God, how I wanted all to change.

Seen in me the Yin, the Yang
Sometimes even Jekyll and Hyde
Those I could but never hide
Caused though no severe pang
Proving I was a human on Earth
Else would’ve dwelt in heaven or hell.
All those noises in my head
Voices past and present said
Alterego too egged on
Wake up or you just begone!
Coz I know I’m lost out here
Walking though the familiar path.

Time I freed myself to walk
Walk the unknown path ahead
Breaking free from good and bad
Breaking free from recollections all
To walk the unfamiliar path,
With people known and unknown too.

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Nadeem Qazilbash

Beautiful, breaking connections of ownership and parochialism, and connecting afresh with nature and all its beings.


very beautifully written ….feeling afresh indeed after freeing yourself from all good and bad.


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