Sunday, December 5, 2010

Mountains

Mountains


One more among the crowd
I carry within,
Died today.



I feel better as I light his pyre.
It has made me lighter.
With each death within,
I am getting lighter & lighter….
I can fly higher & higher.....


Love for him now is genuine.
No wants, no demands.
Just love…for being part of my world,
Love of one being to another.


Looking back I wonder
When did he get into me?
Why did I carry him so long?
Why?


Questions lead me
To a dead end
Beyond which are huge mountains….
I am unable to cross….


With each death within,
I am getting lighter & lighter,
Gravity weaker and weaker…
I can fly higher & higher.....


Will I cross this MOUNTAINS?
……To freedom?

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OSI Prompt : Free(dom)

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