Ever since I was a child (small…..no, immature enough to be recognised by that set of syllables), I wanted to fly, move across levels of altitude and sight lands unknown. But it is now, that I realise, that my innermost volition was just be to free, and the desire to be high up physically, was just a morph.
Yes, I want to be free. Free from the clutches of beliefs, notions and emotions, that barb the freedom of thoughts and existence……..free from social bounds, that don’t recognise, or even strive to accept relations beyond it periphery (a very narrow one…..huh)……free from the classifications and hollow partitions that try to dictate my stimuli. I want to be free of heads that divide me, and may be, define me as well. Yes, I don’t want to be called a Sikh, or a Punjabi, or an Indian for that matter. I don’t want to be divided, and I don’t want to be defined. Yes, I want to stay unquestioned and unjustified.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to be separated, but I do want to be different. I don’t want to

It is not wrong that I don’t see riches with aspiration, that I don’t lay eyes on things that glitter, and faces that glisten. But the truth is (I don’t know why), that my eyes can’t see them. They seem to be immune to the affliction that disparages simplicity or low standard (as somebody might define) and the school of thought that advocates harsh, bold and clear boundaries to separate, rather than a gradual, dim, blurring of factions (factions really …. because may be, all is one), like the bands of a rainbow.
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Nice description! Poetic and eloquent. So real, especially the divided and confused part -- aren't we all? Look forward to meeting you. -- Roberto
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