When my mind wants to stretch as high as the sky
and my soul would move in as deep as an ocean,
When my voice needs to reverberate earth's every nook and corner;
and my body longs for a space to breathe my life out,
Oh Mankind! Why did you imprison me?
into that clusters of tradition I didn't choose for,
into those chains of men I didn't opt for,
into the god-forbidden civilization I didn't ask for
and into the clutches of death I didn't seek for.
amidst domesticated minds is Me, the caged bird
waiting for the vault to open and the closet to collapse for I know,
Strangulated souls will be liberated by death! -
the death of narrow-mindedness!
O sweet melancholia
Why do you taunt me so?
Why do you look for me in still waters?
When I am willing to be happier than ever
The escapism from your clutches
Never seems to materialize
The ache that dwells within a sombre mind
A heart that is pure
You cannot haunt the fearless for long
I will turn my back on you
One day I will exculpate your haunting moods
And in that day...
..... I shall be vindicated ~
There will be freedom from you
He forced me to wear a mask.
I obliged, of course I did,
For, he gave me no choice.
Uncomfortable, I removed it.
Phat! He slapped me,
Scared, I put it back on.
Unbearable, I tried again.
Phat! He slapped me,
Frightened, I put it back on.
I hated the mask more and more,
Yet, wore it making my heart a stone.
I removed the mask more and more,
But, that was only when I was alone.
And one day, I told myself,
"Freedom, that's what you love."
On that day, I told him,
"Society, You and I are done."
Now, he goes around slandering me.
I don't care, I honestly don't,
Because, this freedom is worth dying for!
MY HEART BECOMES LIIKE WASHING MACHINE
AS EMOTIONS BECOME THE LIQUID FROM MY TEARS.
EXPERIENCES IN DAY BECOME THE SOAP THAT
BUBBLES UP CATAPULTING ME INTO FEELINGS STRONG.
RELEASE I DO, HOPING TO CLEANSE MY SOUL.
HOPING TO PURIFY SELF TO MOVE FREE.
These bars on the window, they keep me in
Though they are not quite what you would expect
They're not strong or thick, but flimsy and thin.
Instead of iron, they're made of plastic
Although they do stop me physically
It is not in the conventional sense
Of "lock her up and throw away the key"
More like the subtle warning of a fence
They shun the thing that is fueling my fire
Leaving me in darkness, too familiar
The heaviness keeps at bay my desire
To leap into unknown, the barely blur
They trap me not like the bird in a cage
Rather, they stifle, like the soul in rage
Every time I sit alone, staring at the ocean waves crashing close to shore, at the expanse of water extending out endlessly to the horizon, I always feel a yearning terror creep into my bones. It is all that we do not know. The freedom and wild ways of the ocean, boundless, ruleless, never endingness. Instead time is filled with laws, expectations, conformity, and limitations. But for a man, you are the closest to the ocean I've observed. Your mind's depths deeper than the dark waters no human eyes have laid upon. Your joy stronger than the ocean's wells that have sunk many a men. Your soul more tranquil than the glassy ocean surface on a breathless day.Your ways of life more daring than the first voyage around the world's seas.
Your entity inspires.