i had not a penny then
i was a free bird
no cares in the world
no fear to lose my wealth
no anxiety of saving for bills
i flew like Livingston seagull
flew for the sake of flying
high up in the sky
experimenting with my dives
i had no care for the impression i would create on the other birds
i did not care
i danced with the cloud
i sang
i painted
i laughed
i talked to the wind
i dreamt
i was the undisputed princess of the world so beautiful, honest and white
then i grew up
started working for my living
paying my bills
felt the fear of valuables i gathered
i was anxious
i cared
i could not experiment with the dive
i would be cast out of the group
labelled a rebel
stoned to death
i forgot
to dance
to laugh
to dream
the gypsy soul
couched and restrained in my mind
i walked through the desert
looking at the seagulls flying high up in the sky
carrying the dead me on my shoulder
i was a conformist now
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Awesome poem!! Love this! Thank you for sharing!!! We all need to be a Gypsy... at least once in a while yet still!! :-)
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Coreen
Conformity comes with adulthood and the responsibilities that go with it. Inside we all long for the freedom of the gypsy soul. You, Sushmita, have not lost the beauty of your gypsy soul. It comes through in your writings, poems, and art. Your gentle free spirit flys across continents and oceans and lovingly impacts those of us who are fortunate enough to have a magical connection with your heart. You truly do "fly high in the sky" ! Gob bless ... xoxox
ReplyDeleteThe start had me wanting to sing and dance and laugh. I actually felt free! :D
ReplyDeleteI agree with Honey 110%. You're writing are so beautiful. Thank you for sharing them.
ReplyDeleteHave a great day today. Enjoy what great blessings you have. Take care and God Bless!!!
"i flew like Livingston seagull"
ReplyDeleteyes, you did. in this poem :-)
nice to have you back sir... hope everything is fine... did go to your blog... :) i learnt how to track your new posts !! haa..haa...
ReplyDeleteHopping around here enjoying the beautiful words. This poem is true art and I'm glad we found each other.
ReplyDeleteJules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow
Your beautiful poem evokes the spirit of the one written by Maya Angelo :
ReplyDeleteThe free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still,
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill,
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
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