Our problem is that in the world of abstraction we are looking for definitions.
Instead of following footsteps let’s create our own.
I made sure to bifurcate between what’s real and what’s fate
I linked fate with destiny and then I offered you up as bait
You foolish man who went up there
Seizing those opportunities which were not rare.
I took nature away from you and gave you money. Just a residue.
I took your life, I took your mind and caged it in an eternal bind
You want freedom, I say you have to earn it
But how will you earn it, when I know I will burn it.
Freedom you desire is the child of slavery, on which many a soul lost their bravery
All you had was a mirage and you named it freedom,
I pity you, you desolate image in an unwelcomed mirror.
‘I’ and ‘you’ are both the same. I live in ‘you’ and you live in other plane.
There you are desolate and not required, while I lived here and kept the master sired.
‘I’ live in everyone and so do ‘You’.
‘I’ controlled everyone but could not control ‘You’
‘You’ still exist as a seperate entity
Scattered as always,
Shattered as always
They torment me
and make me hostage.
To speak would mean to use words.
They betray me at every single step.
They release my thoughts and make me handicapp.
Several times I have been at the mercy of others.
To know they can do and you cannot, bothers.
To write would mean to leave a proof.
If they read it, they will know.
Words, then wont be the only thing I will fear.
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Liberty is the only thing we all yearn for. To achieve it one has to merge themselves with nature.
Silence was born from the ashes of peace.