“All are born free.
Yet, all are in chains.”
Indeed?
Who was ever born free?
We all emerge
From the womb
With a chain
That pinions us
To where we came from.
That cord is cut
And other
More vicious
Less tangible
Cords take over
The Mind is the Man.
Agreed. So
Slyly, slowly
The chains
Snake into his mind.
And the man
Accepts the clamps
As a clutch of Life.
Fully.
Forever.
Chains grow
Out of him
And bind
Another mind.
A part more
To the Whole.
‘Every One’ made
The staple
No longer
An Oxymoron.
Chains grow
On the mind
Before
The mind grows.
The nascent mind
Welcomes the chains.
With an
Open embrace
Unsuspecting.
Oh! the beauty
Of the tragedy.
Mercy
It would be
To never see
The chains
To Live
Believing
That one was
Free.
To wing the mind
But not
Soar beyond
The horizon
So that the chains
Never get strained.
The heart content
Could then sing about
The joys of
Skies and Life!
There’s no
Bigger Tragedy than
To sense
The chains
And question them
That means
Moving out of the fold
Being a Rebel
Inviting the wrath
The collective lash
Of all the chains
Defensive.
Tenacious.
Vengeful.
The saddest setback
Would however
Be the doubts
Of your mind.
Which had
Dared to wake.
But nevertheless
Had for years
Rested on the
Cradle of chains
Believing them
To be a caress.
The Years fused
The chains
With the Soul
Now they are
One and whole.
My mind may question
Every chain
But it cannott
Erase them off.
Without them
There would be no
Me!
I want to be free.
I want to be me.
Now that’s an oxymoron.
Japinder Gill
Friday, October 05, 2007
My Debilitated Mind
at 4:01 AM
Labels: My stories and poems
3 comments:
Brilliant post.
(explore and fly away :P)
very nice. excellent again! :)
nothing more needs to be mentioned.
though i dont agree with this particular part:
There’s no
Bigger Tragedy than
To sense
The chains
And question them
That means
Moving out of the fold
Being a Rebel
Inviting the wrath
The collective lash
Of all the chains
Defensive.
Tenacious.
Vengeful
questioning ur "chains" isnt in the least "tragic". its challenging, exhilarating,... well, for me. but, then thats my interpretation and opinion.
and i do agree with this one:
The saddest setback
Would however
Be the doubts
Of your mind.
Which had
Dared to wake.
But nevertheless
Had for years
Rested on the
Cradle of chains
Believing them
To be a caress.
The Years fused
The chains
With the Soul
Now they are
One and whole.
and, again , i dont agree with this one:
My mind may question
Every chain
But it cannott
Erase them off.
Without them
There would be no
Me!
particularly, the last two lines:
Without them
There would be no
Me!
but, anyway, thats a matter of personal ideology.
as far as ur poem is concerned--nothing wrong with it at all.
@Mohit, Smriti: Thanks for standing by me on this one.
When in college (that was just about six months back? :D) I used to show my writings to professors in the English Department of the University.
The reviews on this poem hadn't been really encouraging. I was told that it was too uncoventional, and more prose than poetry.
But I liked it the way it was, and so posted it here (thinking it'll never get traditional publication-in magz etc)
Thanks for liking it. It's been pretty much like telling me to just do my own thing without worrying too much about whether it'll be understood or appreciated. It may not be by someone, but by someone else, it will be.
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