11/20/10

Freedom of My Nomadic Self...

my thoughts are nomadic
my soul's a gypsy
and my heart resides
in a caravan always on  move.

yet i'm enslaved
eternally enclaved
in a prison cell
a whip-lashing hell
of flesh,bones and blood.


when death the loving guest
will bring my body to rest
and my soul will be freed
to join its own lonesome creed.

my thoughts will roam around
never to stop again
in the dungeons of pain.
and my nomadic self
with death the saviour's help
will have freedom found.


3 comments :

डाॅ रामजी गिरि said...

Pretty hard-hitting yet realistic portrayal of the relentless journey of soul....

HIGH-END PHILOSOPHY:-)

Poesy Child Keya said...

Thank you so much Doctor saab...

vinay kumar said...

THATS true with many haunting situations where you will not be what you are