Independence Of The Soul

By Jiya Somai

What is freedom truly? Is it eating whatever you want, sleeping and waking up whenever you want? Going wherever you want?

Or is it just bathing with the thoughts inside your mind with not a single soul to voice it out with and existing in this eternal series of alienation but never releasing it either because we are apprehensive to live for anything else but ourselves.

I long for the kind of liberty where

I can run on grass barefoot

I can wear brand new white shoes and instantly jump in a puddle full of mud

I can run around the city, laugh, screech, howl, hum and sing, grooving on bustling streets apathetic to what's happening in my vicinity

I can speak with the absence of being clear or having to explain what i have in view

I can cultivate plants and flowers on unknown streets abundantly

Moreover I can chop my hair very short for the sake of feeling lightheaded

I realise that my home is a prison of comfort

I despise living in it for the reason of feeling stuck, however I am still too afraid to leave because as mortals we are frightened of change aren't we?

"Wants to satisfy the thirst but won't ask for a sip of water, will simply open the mouth and wait for monsoons to arrive"

We all crave ‘change’ yet we are anxious about the unknown challenge that might come with it.

I visualise having the form of freedom which resides in the core of our mother nature.

The liberty of trees and flowers of the enchanting woods,

the idea of them being self sufficient and independent,

the ability of them to stay grounded and free from all the worldly desires.

Having neither the fear of heights nor direction.

The flowing movement of water encourages us to unleash the part of ourselves that feels frozen.

It leaves a scent of vulnerability to whomever it touches.

To free ourselves from all the negative containers we are trapped in.

Allows us to survive in any shape possible and to eternally go with the flow.

And that the flow of water will rescue us from the heat that emerges through the burning desire in our souls.

The soft breeze brushing my sensitive flaming skin reminds me that I am boundless.

I possess no form as well as no limits.

It reminds me that regardless of being solitary, the wind will forever stay by my side.

And that a breath of fresh air will melt the lump felt in my throat.

The absolute confidence of birds on their wings prior to taking a flight conveys a message that,

One can soar as high as possible if one destroys the fear of collapsing, and undoubtedly trust their wings

In the end we are uniquely One.

Having trust in oneself claims having trust in the universe and the great beyond.

Although I am no one to give out knowledge about growth and change since I myself am just a seedling in a world full of trees considerably more mature and aged.

But in the course of time these trees will fall,

Detaching their roots from earth and the seedlings will grow their roots deeper and stronger than ever.

Waiting for the fall to arrive.

By Jiya Somai