Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high, he said..
Oh! Is there such a land?
Why do we dream of that? Why?
Of unexpressed sagas and suppressed bewilderment
Of all that there was and all that we aspire to build
Can the mind be free of doubt?
Can it wander without restraint?
Farther you are, sweeter the distance
Nearer you come, beware of the burning warmth
Blurred friendship at first, strong though, if you care to clear your glass
People who held you to their bosom, welcome you with open arms
Do we hold dear what is near?
Do we fear what is away and beyond?
Do we choose one over the other?
Do we let loose and choose not to choose?
The land is made of people and their people,
The land is made of people, beloved people..
That is where it all began... that is where it will end...
Can there ever be Nirvaana for the mind?
Oh! Is there such a land?
The one that we dream of...
The one that we belong to...
where the mind is without fear and the head held high, like he said...
Oh! Is there such a land?
Why do we dream of that? Why?
Of unexpressed sagas and suppressed bewilderment
Of all that there was and all that we aspire to build
Can the mind be free of doubt?
Can it wander without restraint?
Farther you are, sweeter the distance
Nearer you come, beware of the burning warmth
Blurred friendship at first, strong though, if you care to clear your glass
People who held you to their bosom, welcome you with open arms
Do we hold dear what is near?
Do we fear what is away and beyond?
Do we choose one over the other?
Do we let loose and choose not to choose?
The land is made of people and their people,
The land is made of people, beloved people..
That is where it all began... that is where it will end...
Can there ever be Nirvaana for the mind?
Oh! Is there such a land?
The one that we dream of...
The one that we belong to...
where the mind is without fear and the head held high, like he said...
Absolutely Love it Appy!! you have unleashed yet again and way to go!.. You echo my sentiments, if I understood it right.. I wonder a lot about where I belong, belonging, the need to aspire vs.... need to make choices.. a part of me which wants to soar, travel run away and make home everywhere and the part of me which wants to stay home grounded.. :) http://wisdomtoothconvention.blogspot.com/2015/12/wings-of-icarus.html..
ReplyDeleteThank you for the kind words, Prathi! :) It is always a pleasure to get feedback from a fellow-blogger/poet/ex-roomie. Well, there is only one of you, looks like! :P hugs!
DeleteWell, you are right, the poem is absolutely about that, the choices we need to make. I completely relate to the dilemma that you mention. Also, couple of other thoughts that I had were - perhaps, when we move cities/countries we know that the outside world changes, does the inside world change as well? Secondly, when we choose a city, do we perhaps choose the people in it too and do we expect the same people choose us too? Also, maybe we all struggle to accept that there is no perfect place on Earth :)
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ReplyDeleteThis somehow applies to current situation and state of mind. Thank you for putting your thoughts out there :)
ReplyDeleteMuch Love. “when we move cities/countries we know that the outside world changes, does the inside world change” gives me perspective. Thank you Aparna.
https://femalesolotravelblog.wordpress.com/2016/09/21/race-horse-fear/ Something I wrote.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, Chandana! :) That is encouraging, hope you can come back often. Will surely read your post too.
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