Seeking Freedom Poems

Our freedom began with the historic words At the midnight when the world sleeps India will awake we did wake to freedom It’s now the sixty ninth year of freedom But what sort of freedom is this A handful of those

our wings grow from the heart but stop on the neck suffocating us we bury the feelings deep in the arteries until the blood has no room to move we spit like the husks of seeds only words that are

I am born a Human But chained like a Dog. They say I am Free But my soul is in Bonds. I am free to Speak But my words are Chosen. I have the right to Think But my thoughts

When lips seek lips to quench a thirst of passion… Freedom slackens a knot in its belly and gasps!!! When limbs entangle in an embrace of abandon freedom.. comprehension gets drowned in the deluge of an emotional erotic Freedom between

Freedom, you are the autumn leaf drifting to the call of the season. Freedom, you are the tune forming in a dreamers mind. Freedom, you are the paint on a wet canvas seeking it’s own path to redemption. Freedom you

I believed I was free, Then I learned of norms, Of perceptions about me. Traditions held me back, Where my spirits soared, Turning my soul so black. Love came with shackles, An inheritance of beliefs, Trapped in social tentacles. They

“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind”, so said Virginia Woolf and you have truly embodied her thoughts in actions by

Born are we unshackled Flowing we are like rivers Continuously moving ahead In motion we are forever. Cozy beds confine us not We spring up to move out To echoing meadows where Peacocks dance, coo about. Free they are, free

what does freedom mean to you think before you rehearse the lines given to you by those who claim to fight your battles for you do you want to be free from the phantoms panting in their heads? are you

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

The door closes behind me with a snap. My footsteps echo strangely on the street’s pavement. I feel the urge to go back. A pale sun is struggling hard to escape the cloud’s clutches. The smell of incense covers the

Tore away all my aprons, one by one, my shirt, shoes, socks and pants, wrist-watch and lastly, all under wears, and I look myself up and down, fully naked, from tip to toes, I liked to see me, as far

If I were freed Freed of the greed to live Freed of my loved one’s creed Freed of the tug at heart-strings Freed of the society of my breed Where would I fly? How high? Would it explode Forced out

Our country got long awaited Freedom at Midnight on 14th Aug. 1947 When the world was sleeping We were awake and joyous In celebrating the Freedom All the pains and sorrows Got subdued at that moment We cherished and enjoyed

Let Freedom Ring from Extremity to Extremity. Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! The only word in the dictionary of liberty, water that nourishes the tree of liberty, Chlorophyll in every green plant, the photosynthesis of life. Freedom millions had sought and died

Look around, how bondage binds us all, All strive to leap over, cross the threshold that ends it all. Some rummage through the crowds, prepared to be martyrs in love. To take a hand and be its glove. Unfazed that

Freedom to be Loving and kind. Compassionate and empathise. To be strong yet gentle. To listen and understand To be fair and stand. Freedom from biases Age old medieval and rotten prejudices. Freedom to be different to be alive and

And Like that. I had this overwhelming urge. I don’t know what came over me. I asked God is this the route I should take. This habit of association. To weed out what may seem to be selfish. Time is

Arms stretched high Voice pitched high Let me sing Song of freedom Tender shall be the song As the petal of fresh rose Fresh as the droplet of summer rain Sharper it shall be As the rains of winter sun

Dedicated to Brother Leonard Peltier The invisible rain Irrigates your roots Flowers contain Scents of your thoughts Wrapping mother earth With life saving birth Energetic space Father sky’s embrace Peltier Leonard The brave great guard For those who care To

After many years of slavery we still end up being enslaved today After many years of exploitation We are still being exploited till today Oh! brother is revolution time is time to live in a real world stand up and

Thoughts come racing through my mind. I am trying to grow, but I need to unwind. Encouraging myself to do what I must, But when it comes to facing it, I feel like dust. Dry in ideas, and blowing without

Never sell your freedom.. Freedom does not have price… It is necessary as you breath.. It has no worth in return.. It is the charm of life.. It is the smile of eyes.. It is the voice of your inner

take it to the beat watch us meet to greet fooling in the street tripping on the beach smoking fat leaves doing what you please as busy as a bee making sweet history there’s a battle for your mind I’m

Freedom means little till it is gone, Be it to live or the right to be born, Freedom determined by a series of letters, More than the absence of shackles and fetters, Freedom is blinded by those who receive, Who

We live in the land of the free. Freedom that is hard to see. Everyday another one of our rights is taken away. Seeing this with eyes wide open sends me to my knees to pray. People that are supposed

Freedom is a dream A subtle silvery dream Hanging around the hills and vales of our desires Delicate threads Interwoven in intricate patterns A trap for the naive mind. Freedom is a constant struggle The writhing battle between The butterfly

An isle so lonely, that no one seeks. Full of allure and comeliness, that no one sees. I search, I seek, my Shangri-La, in solitude purdah of wilderness, seeking for my ecstasy. It’s the detritus they see, winsomeness, is what

From pass the mountains of old The sun arose in vibrant shine Deep into the ocean and lakes Through trees of thick and dense Into the abode of sleeping souls Waking thoughts into boundless life To tell us of freedom

The first one is for the birds that flock together Racing to the sky with their feathers Soaring in the sky till the end and Adding beauty to the ocean with clouds The second one is for the animals on

People who care Are always there They come and go To plant to grow Hope for the captive To break free and active Active indeed Is every seed Irrigated by A freedom cry The seed is a tree That will

I am a tenacious spirit with wild hair I look crazy at times which is why you all stare I don’t care, stare if you want I don’t mind your teases and taunts I am unique and embrace who I

My heart broke into raptures , my ears listened to the cymbals of freedom. Long hours of toil, moments of agony had come to an end. My life’s most important exam was over. But was I at peace? No, this

freedom has a price another roll of the dice to make you think twice shadows in their torment hence the opened door the ability to explore meadows lies a lark walking in the park the creatures with features the whinding

In the morning, nothing: every trace of him effaced, all the field pure white, its surface glittering, the dawn, glancing from its glaze, oblique, relentless, unadorned. It is the silver jubilee year Of a wedding knot tied On a September

Freedom is in the air, Freedom is in thy care, free the birds of emotions with love, and see the freedom flow everywhere. . This is the time which is divine, Now no looking back and let’s not confine, They

Well there comes a time when every boy Must become a man but don’t cry mama I’ll be just fine on my own and I don’t need Anyone to hold my hand I know you’ll Miss me while I’m gone

Freedom an aftermath of martyrdom,a mark of remembrance, A status of solace to be free from heartrending surveillance. But, Jasmine, the fallen pleasure on the road dust Stares at me with a plea to lift her tenderly, To save her

Freedom, a word you can truly embrace, a lot don’t have freedom and wish they could have a taste. Everyone wants freedom, and want it with a passion, while freedom can come in every shape, form and fashion. Like the

Robert Frost said that ‘Poetry begins with a lump in the throat’ .. There are words that struggle to be free and then there are words that set you free. In celebration of this spirit we present Freedom Fest. A season in

I’m seeking my immortal foe He must mosh hard and enjoy Edgar Allen Poe You should have a secret identity that nobody can know … Be a secret sexy super-villain, be my, John Doe! I’m now hiring, inquire within! Don’t

Tossed and tumbled in the mischievous wind I quickly realized how badly I needed a string attached to my wings and a hand on the back end that I may float in resonance to the breezy music. that I may

Love is almost over, Lust has taken over. Lust for more wealth, Lust for more pelf. Lust for name, And lust for fame. Lust for supremacy, Lust for delicacy. Lust for live flesh The last makes all captive Non-availability of

The tears have washed my sins. Taming the dead, I start a vivisection of myths. I take an impromptu walk, go inside my weaker self, abandon the pretension and come face to face with the fear. No portrait, no symbol,

Your insistence to become something, to overstay existence was not fair. On a row of white shrouds – holding innocent beings, death was walking barefoot, crying. Between farewell and stupidity, staccato, shooting questions to life. What was the need for

Running, searching, seeking, looking for that sign The one that says your welcome, please come inside The sign that says your wanted The sign that says your mine Running, searching, seeking looking for that sign A red rose resting on

The falling poem was in bruising gamble of winter of troubled life, bound to a staircase: up and down up and down, on the rosette of grieving thighs. From sunset to sunset a moon rises in all its glory as

We are free to attack and destroy evil, But for that is needed a very strong will We are free to compromise in life, But not with dagger and knife Freedom is to set free minds from terrors, Freedom is

Intended to violate the omnipresent, stillness unzips the inviolate – truth. You walk through a legend: To test the chastity you need to dip your hand in a very hot oil. A sleepless summer night descends on the hill violins

Rushing Blue into the arms of Red, Overwhelm Robin, To render melody, In tandem with the notes of cowbells, With the beat of ripples rolling down the stream, Whispers the wind, into the beings, Waking them from deep slumber, Urging

Being a girl, what is it like? No! You can’t be out late, you can’t ride a bike Don’t party hard, keep the boys at bay You have all the freedom they say But why then are our choices already

As a human race, we all wish for one simple thing: Freedom. The freedom to be, The freedom to love, The freedom to be heard. But, from this wish of freedom, we all become slaves. We are bound by the

The inception of innocence The fecund life She cradles her lovingly She bleeds love. The life burns out Before it sees the day Her eyes bleed. Luck prevails over tradition A new life breathes Dances her way to puberty She

A cold deserted alleyway, dark as a desolate grave, away off in the distance dogs howling their dismay. A winter wind is gathering, blowing old papers away, with tired forgotten faces and news of yesterday. Discarded cans and bottles clatter

He goes to the gods in flames – alone An existence crumbling Under the weight of its own shadow A universe contracted to itself A part has now become the whole But, Was he just a body or a soul?

When all the joys conspired to leave your heart, And turned all colors that you see to gray, Your dreams dissolved, each one, its every part, You were now strangers heading each your way; That road that faded on a

The deafening cry of the infant and the tiring but resounding smile of the mother herald the arrival of the little cradle to this mystical world of umpteen wonder The creaking sound of the child’s crying,suddenly and abruptly ending, with

What human values have we today, Than just seeking a helluva lot of Happiness for the notifications When the virtual defeats reality Am I too in same cage? To forget my Man and Sons and Daughters And care about gadgets

We were always meant to be “SEEKERS”. The true joy of explorations dwells deep within the soul of a man. It is an instinct you cannot ignore as it is the only dream that is real. An Unveiling of a

Dear Husband… We had just started our lives together Hopes to pick & dreams to gather Confused I saw my correctness suffer Irritated your freedom found a dictator; Changing ourselves for better & worse We were just learning to tighten

The flag unfurled, and from within, fresh rose petals Jauntily floated down like gently melting snow flakes. Soon, even the smell of freedom dissipated, losing its Way into the winding lanes and by lanes of our lives. Tell me, which

I can remember when I was 5, A time in my life where I would thrive, I’d got so big I could go to school, I tried to be good, not break the rules. I can remember when I was

On my birth, they were smiling at me while I was crying at them When in the cradle they were trying to kiss me while I was seeking to miss them While as a kid they were pinching my cheeks, I was shouting at their pranks When I was a

Keep a smile and carry on, Every day is a mystery, never known. A new day, a new light, That’s the only way to feel alive. A day to rise, a day to fall, A day to learn, a day

Today- a new thought came my way and though I knew it well- I heard it say so you’ve crawled back in your shell- to stay? until someone reaches out to you? unknown to me you came upon the mask

whenever I feel alone in the journey of my life, only one company isthere with me….. Whenever I am hopeless in this life, only one hope is with me… Whenever i am wrong for everyone in this life, only one

Surrounded with the Beautiful Mist, My heart knows, this is life – a gist. No matter how foggy it seems, My soul desires to take the Leap. Faith and Liberation prevails, Only the charismatic peace it exhales. In front of

Once my husband brought a pair of white pigeons, Very beautiful with red eyes and lush red beaks. Extremely gorgeous with glorious visions, In our mother tongue we call it Laqa-kabootar. A special species of sweet white pigeons, In golden

Oh, my husband, he is too soft, giving everything, I ask, but not trusting me, keeping all savings, himself, And asks, “what is money for, am giving all that you need”; That’s not right, am wounded and so, don’t like

Swift entropic arrow of time, You illicit my poetic freedom! You vex me inside-out of rhythm, Outside-in of rhyme; You irreversible debacle And thermodynamic oracle, Too late I learn: in my present Wanes a future crescent! How like an even

Come month of May And the sultry summer is here With all its fire and fury In full swing . Like an unwanted guest It arrives with no invitation And continues staying unduly Despite the hosts’ displeasure . Equipped with

A Grandfather means so many things… He gave me the power to become a king He gave me life and a freedom for swing He gave me a gift of Santa and tied a string. A source of strength and

Were I decreed a free choice of fate, Insouciant orioles! We shall be one! Gold-tainted-black, early morn or late, I flit-flirt with you in the sun. No gravity of custom flags me down No laws forbid me to fly, flit

I walk alone on the path of love, To inspire the hearts of dove The word which is broken is called peace, And now I find its only piece A piece which may bring back harmony, which was burned into

Will you bring me back? Will you,When I am on the verge of leaving this world? Sorrow doesn’t grieve me anymore; All my happiness-I have already sold. I have exercised an unidentified, reluctant approval, Accepting all that the world has

Our father left us while we were young We could not clean our own stable And we did not know how to But we knew how to protect our color. Our mother separated us for the reason You had to

An Ode to Sausages I cannot get my email messages I sit here eating mash and sausages I waited for my lunch to come and now it’s done and in my tum. This pub is by a lake with boats

Roaring engines blow sand from the shoulder of a broken mirror, They scream into the night. Candy coats capture passing glances, The shine dances with a golden streetlight, Casting gilded dust over newly discovered worlds, Toledo and Boston, Chicago and

I come from a country called India The women here are known for the Bindiya Here there’s lot do with name Khan And the yummy banarasi Paan the land of Bollywood where rice is the staple food Ever increasing rate

Women live by heart Men live by their heads. Former is close to Nature The latter aims at assets. Women’s path is of love Men’s is of meditation, Former flows out of heart The latter from concentration. Women tend to

Alas! This distance call, To a friend with love. Though lost in time, This time I find, this friend of mine; here in my mind, the terrain of substitution the land of freedom. put in a place where love herds,

A shriek of dread I gave out as I woke up from my slumber in a den, not a heaven, but another cosmos of fairy beasts, birds and beings among whom nothing resembled my mother in whose laps I dozed

I wondered, What does freedom mean to me? Perhaps, it could be liberty From the internal struggle, That I undergo everyday… In the distance, Through my window, I saw a little bird in a cage, And I wondered, What would

Just say no to corrupt politicians, lying and cheating with their secret missions. Hugging the baby in the camera’s eye then stealing its lolly and watching it cry. Just say no to the corrupt EU, actually achieving what Hitler failed

I want to fly, I am born to fly, God gave me a soul, which cannot die. I want to fly, I want to cry, I want to experience every emotion, to feel glad and shy. I want to fly,

Have you seen the leeches of society? Have you seen them crawling like snakes? Sucking off the life of everyone Have you seen them with their lawyers? Working the law so the rich get richer Talking of freedom and rights

He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That

Dear son, with your world surrounded by arms and guns, There rests this plight, to see her son alive with her eyes, just once. Sacrificing for country is  your job and your pride, My pride is you my son. Wherever

Through the wrought iron gate, Emblazoned with an ironic promise Of freedom earned through labour. A promise fulfilled only for the lucky few. Within, dull, threatening concrete towers Survey the inner pen, once filled With innocent men and women, Ready

I remember a time when life was alive with wondrous mysteries of carefree design; when clouds were fluffy and brilliant white with planes soaring high and then out of sight. Innocence of mind and a happier soul as we played