on the verge of freedom

"Liberty: one of imaginations precious possessions" as Ambrose Bierce says, is deeply felt when the dying warrior in Braveheart asks for nothing but freedom, after which, for us mortals this being is DEAD, yet free. You are always directed by someone … you have to be on schedule to complete the task at hand no matter what … yes you make handsome bucks at the end ... at the same time you feel like crying slamming yourself back. Isnt that the pain you hide within those beautiful and pleasant smile on face?

I want to be FREE ... a free man to decide my course ... not directed by goals of others ... but one of mine .. even if that sounds so SELFISH.



Her hands have wrinkled, weared handling the tough times, her kids probably. They arent soft and fresh as that of the beautiful creature which just passed by. His smile has become more gentle, i believe realities have calmed down his energetic pursuits. There is no fear but a sense of immense joy that puzzles you as you see the beautiful couple old in age! sitting together on the pavement of not so still roads of Mumbai. He lends his hand to support her spoon putting the sweet strawberry into her mouth and she smiles with girlish jerk. They stare at each other as if it has been so long ... as if a lot has to be spoken ... as if they are in trance and no external noise can dare to disturb them.

"I have never said that I love her so much. its been a while since i saw her ... my GOD she has trapped her beauty so well" - says the old man.

Had it been possible for me to travel through time to be at their place with her beside me, not to last for long, i know. To fade away in time. Yet to be on the verge of freedom to be a free being ... not bound. Time has to move on so should I with my native walk cycle, cuz there’s a task that has to be completed no matter what !!!!!