On freedom

On freedom short poem

I spent a lifetime
Trying to be different
How can I complain then,
That I don’t fit in?
Who is this?
Why has he trapped me?
Illuminated confines of ability.
Decorative boundaries of relation.
Soft prison cells, comfortably.
If it isn’t real,
Why should I escape?
Why should we be free?

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Shaurya Singh

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Shaurya Singh refuses to call himself a poet, an artist, playwright, or a filmmaker although he writes poetry, paints, writes and directs plays and also makes short films. His work also includes working closely with and coaching people who want to take charge of their lives and create the life that they desire. His vision, he says is the creation of a community of people who will passionately build an alternative lifestyle based on emerging new-age principles. He is the co-founder of Saarthak Productions, a theatre group based in Bangalore. Some of his poetry and paintings are featured on the blog A Formless Formation.
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To seek to free oneself of trappings, bindings and boundaries or to break free of shackles and fly high, albeit solo; @ Shaurya few words and yet so much meaning for those who dont fit ..

Chandrama Deshmukh
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“I spent a lifetime
Trying to be different
How can I complain then,
That I don’t fit in?”

🙂 speechless!

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