Freedom

As the reflection of the star lit sky on the still water of thoughts amazes my shallow eyes
Let my thoughts slip away into the never ending stream of words... Let them dream...
Freedom to dream? I wonder if this was true!
What does the inner eyes barred behind those bars see?
For a prostitute can dream of nothing but freedom...
Can you ever measure how deep her dream is? Like an ocean,
Calm and charming from the outside,
Dark and deep inside... Awaiting the Sun to shine on the silent lands!
A dream to be free just once more,
I wonder if she would be like a butterfly...
Beautiful and free from the shell hiding her away......

What will be a dream for a blind kid?
Will it be about the Rainbows? Or the stars?
I wonder if he will dream about something we can't comprehend...
Pitch black universe? Or rather say, a clean slate
Where he could draw his own rainbow, a moon and stars may be
When there is no restriction on the form, would give birth to creation!
Like an art, with no shape when the idea is born
Eventually becoming something encompassing a message......
For him, to see a world with colours is freedom!

For a man bound by the chains of family and society,
A deep breathe outside the world known to his eyes,
I reckon if death would bring freedom... But isn't it yet another prison?
Or is it the religion that brings freedom?
Isn't it like the martial arts... meant to discipline the self,
Discover the way to start the journey to find freedom?
After all it is by living we could dream....For the eyes can still see the beauty
And the body can feel the winds.....

I wonder what freedom is....
May be to see these stars looking down at me from the mighty skies above
Trying to understand my words... Yet another ending with a question!