Of freedom,
Bound within
Acceptance.
Not, let free
In typecast stereotypes.
I’ve wondered
Ever so often
What defines me-
The willingness to be me;
Or the obligation otherwise
Answers elude.
Till then I’m bound to be
Free, to be pigeonholed.
4 March, 2011
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March 4, 2012 at 7:14 pm
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March 4, 2012 at 7:44 pm
And what’s that supposed to mean? 😀
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March 4, 2012 at 7:55 pm
That I want to start rhyming.. But can never write one without rhyme like you do
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March 6, 2012 at 12:58 pm
Oh, ok 🙂 And on the other side, I’m so rhyme-challenged 😀 Why don’t you do a rhymey take on this on yours? Lol.
Thanks Tito 🙂
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March 4, 2012 at 9:30 pm
You just be you…You do that best!
Hugs, xx
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March 6, 2012 at 12:59 pm
Deb, thank you 🙂
Love to Cici and Cassie too 🙂
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March 5, 2012 at 9:29 am
The willingness to be me;
Or the obligation otherwise
.. much food for thought ..
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March 6, 2012 at 12:59 pm
Ladynimue, 🙂 🙂 thank you for sharing your views too 🙂
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March 5, 2012 at 10:39 am
Usha Di, I was about to tell you the feeling this little verse aroused in me (and the feeling was one of unbridled liberty) and then my eyes fell on the header. The two little kitties are uber cuTE! 😀
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March 6, 2012 at 1:01 pm
Deboshree, LOL.
I can so imagine, your expression when you saw those cats; they’re my brother’s – Goldie and Blackie – inseparable siblings. He really goes bonkers clicking pictures of them all the time 🙂
Thank you for sharing what you felt when you read this 🙂 🙂
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March 5, 2012 at 11:30 am
Usha what a wonderful piece..it describes me as well..till then we the birds with clipped birds sing and dance and seek freedom in our custom made cages
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March 6, 2012 at 1:05 pm
Birds with clipped wings, sing and dance, seek freedom…. what a beautiful way to describe that angst. 🙂
Soma, when I read your comment on my mobile yesterday from school, a beautiful yellow and black coloured bird, was being taken captive, from one of the rooms there, where it was trapped, in a cage; and no matter our pleas that it be let free, it was carried away by someone in authority there. A sad sad thing. I do hope it will be set free elsewhere, at least.
Thank you for being here, Soma. Am hopping over to your place in a bit 🙂 🙂 Paper correction in full swing, and I feel bad about missing out on your precious pieces. 🙂
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March 6, 2012 at 8:24 pm
Amen to the “willingness to be me” statement in the poem!
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March 6, 2012 at 8:59 pm
Valerie, welcome to this space. Thank you for those words. Amen to that, yes 🙂 🙂
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March 7, 2012 at 3:32 pm
Hi Usha, this is a great piece. I particularly liked:
“I’ve wondered
Ever so often
What defines me-
The willingness to be me;
Or the obligation otherwise”
That’s food for thought indeed! Thank you for sharing 🙂
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March 7, 2012 at 6:17 pm
Thank you Maryanne for being here, and the resonance!
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