"Free" Verse

I am just a body that wanders,

Listlessly with the throng

That eats away, with every passing moment,

A piece of me, but I hold on

To a larger belief

That someday, perhaps before I crumble

A drip of joy would thread my eyelashes

When finally they realize it

That they can’t feed themselves on me

And I am already water.

But cruel as a savage hound

They rob me off my tether

For good or for bad, they say

I know not

But what I knew was, is no more

For I am not just shape and form

But flesh and blood, of HIS own kind

That hurts when hurt and bleeds when cut.

A drip of pain does thread my eyelashes.

Does it hurt, the expression of hurt?

I pick myself up from the floor

The pieces that are left of me, carefully

Time and again, till I lose count

Of the number of times I am broken

Or the number of pieces I am supposed to pick

To reconstruct myself

It is difficult conjuring a vase

From the shards that ravage the roses

Neither it be shapely, nor warm.

All it does is bury the buds

So what is it that matters more?

The loss of blood or loss of form

And ‘midst all this I cannot help

But think of what my loss brings them.

If flesh is why I have to plead

And flesh is what they seem to heed

Then let them take me

For flesh is no elusive thing

And flesh is not esoteric

And before long, would end their quest

How wrong I was, I realized

When I felt hungry.

For hunger is insatiable with one meal

When you live to live a lifetime

So when they’re done with bits off me

They conveniently chose to forget

That they just had their fill,

An pick some other “me”

Should this be endless?

How many “me’s” would satiate?

So rise, I beseech myself, and shout out

I am here amongst them to live

And I will not go without a life;

That I will be steadfast each time they shove me

And promptly get up each time I fall

For they can only make me trip

But cannot stop me from walking.

For I am time

That that takes all in its stride

The fall, the pain, the watch and the protest

For pain reduces only with protest

And not with surrender to its infliction.

The longer I keep myself bound in its chains

The longer I’ll lose tiny bits of my life

So I let go of it

The fear of being violated or being shunned after it

Which feeds into their hideous machinations

And stare back at it, and them,

For I am water no more

But a tornado.

So let them take me this one time

And try to take my flesh and blood

For they can only do as much.

My form does make me who I am.

I was a just a body that used to wander

Listlessly with the throng

No longer now.

For I am now a star

That, though, burns alone in that dark

Signals hope to many a benighted existence.

Does it stop shining, the sun, when it sets

Or does it not rise again, every day, tirelessly?

So shall I rise to quell this murk

That mothers / fathers the plague of this grotesque device

And when I set, I shall set ablaze

The moon, the night and hope that was dying.

Forever.

For I am azure,

The endless expanse that shelters this world

And burns in itself, the fire of life.