Life comes with fetters,
Fetters we love, cherish, seek and pray for.
Never realising,
Or wishing for anything else, anything more.
Theres goals, work,
Friends, family, love.
All seeking attention, time,
All validating our lives, and what we stand for.
They enrich us,
Make our existence worthwhile.
But once in a while,
Theres an empty spot.
A spot which was born because,
All the validating elements simultaneously withdrew.
Through the hurt, pain, loneliness,
Something very beautiful is born.
Awareness of me, mine, myself,
Without any filters or definitions.
When they abandon us,
Our support systems give freedom.
The freedom of not being answerable,
Living for ourselves for those fleeting seconds.
Amidst the hullabaloo,
A place that is just for you.
Freedom in traces,
Freedom in doses.
Shraddha
16.03.2014
Fetters we love, cherish, seek and pray for.
Never realising,
Or wishing for anything else, anything more.
Theres goals, work,
Friends, family, love.
All seeking attention, time,
All validating our lives, and what we stand for.
They enrich us,
Make our existence worthwhile.
But once in a while,
Theres an empty spot.
A spot which was born because,
All the validating elements simultaneously withdrew.
Through the hurt, pain, loneliness,
Something very beautiful is born.
Awareness of me, mine, myself,
Without any filters or definitions.
When they abandon us,
Our support systems give freedom.
The freedom of not being answerable,
Living for ourselves for those fleeting seconds.
Amidst the hullabaloo,
A place that is just for you.
Freedom in traces,
Freedom in doses.
Shraddha
16.03.2014
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