Sunday, May 10, 2009

Instinct


Can you let go…
Of the umbrellas
Or the mad scramble
For shelter or the closest exit

Are you afraid to follow…
What maybe a mirage
Or your journey to the jungle
Where freedom awaits…

Again, freedom…
Well, a forgotten idea…
Imagined and smelt
An instinct from when we lived in the world…

Will you take the journey…
With me to unlock
What maybe an illusion
Or discovery of where you belong

Ultimately, it’s your choice
But it is my time
To give you the chance
To discover freedom

And, as you smell rain
A man among the animals
You know, it all boils down to the instinct
Of self-preservation and family bondings.

3 comments:

semanti said...

its a nice 1.............very very different from the ones previously written..........so here its a slight hint of the freedom-messenger......

Kabbo said...

ritayan...your leaving from kolkata has resulted in some series of mixed reaction..i was desperate to express...thank you dude...thank you a lot....for these wonderful poems....

Apeksha said...

what is it?symbolism in beauty?i don't get you sometimes....you appear simple and tend to be complicated and vice versa at the same times....you could make verses out of any random situation given to you right?you're some heck of a genius i tell you...keep writing