Thursday, August 14, 2008


Freedom, is when I fly,
Into the starless skies
And sprinkle the white paint,
Drawing my own stars!

Freedom, when I sit,
By the river side,
Stirring its silence,
Making the moon in her
Dance to my ripples.

Freedom is when I am mesmerized,
In the smile of a kid,
The innocent, greedless smile,
Clad in his torn clothes.

Freedom is when I am lost,
Looking in your eyes.
In the world of love,
For us, to be together,
For ever and always!!



Musings of a wanderer said...

Great to see you back !
a nice coincidental poem on the eve of independence day !

Usha Pisharody said...

Mesmerized by the imagery in this one!

Lovely poem!