FLAG

It flutters with free winds. It speaks with skies high. The symbol of our freedom, a flag, itself bound in ropes. At mercy of the ruler, unfurled. Then folded when need be. How strange it is that with but a flag, in wars, the fates of nations are seen!

Are we still enslaved?

FLAG

Symbol of freedom
Bound with rope
Unfurling me
Takes more than hope
I am a flag
And tall I stand.
How tall I stand!
How tall I stand?
-Mx

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IN TOLERANCE

Let us all open our hearts more than we open our mouths. Let us all open our arms to embrace more and fight less. Let us all really do what we preach.
Let us all know the real meaning of 'us'...

Let us all thrive collectively in tolerance and shun all intolerance!

IN TOLERANCE

All faiths talk about tolerance...
about how God loves us all...
about the greatness in goodness...
about embracing one and all...

All followers appreciate those teachings...
in that goodness, they take such pride...
unaware how to actually follow...
they put all tolerance and love aside...

All faiths talk about tolerance!
All, faiths talk about: tolerance!
All faiths 'talk', about tolerance!
All 'we' do: talk!

-Mx

STAB WOUND

What a massive effect does the undefined society has on us with its conventions and prejudices! This can only be realised if you look at it this way: most of us don't even realise we take our decisions such that they automatically concur with the unseen boundaries and unspoken commandments of this noble faced, beast, let's say.

God created life and life alone. Life is energy and vice versa. Everything and anything around us is a manifestation of this energy. Energies interact and propagate. Since when does energy rule (over each other)? 

Where is our sense of tolerance?

Where is our peace?

Coming onto this poem: What happens when we teach our kids about fairy tales and perfect things, about believing in ourselves and our dreams and striving to achieve them no matter the risks, no matter the consequences and then impose society and rules on them? Is it not treacherous to not follow what we preach, hypocritical even? Is it justified for such hypocrisy to leave stab wounds or does the 'society' makes it lawful? 

What is ironic, funnier even, is that these "rights and wrongs" vary from place to place and time to time. It is absolutely justified to have certain codes you wish to lead your life in accordance with. But, it is absolutely ruthless to impose them on others, to criminalise those who resist them and to judge them for it!

Is this not the most intrinsic level of slavery, with this dictator called society ruling over us all with rules it has made for its own pleasure?

In fears we believe in, we wish for our loved ones to not succumb to, yet somewhere down the line those fears take over us. 

Those who are fearless, would rather fall, than never fly!

In fact, society makes criminals. Wounds sometimes hurt, sometimes fester and kill. However, a lot of times these wounds 'wind us up' with energy which is indomitable, pure, massive- a motivation that never dies.

STAB WOUND

Shards and stones of realities harsh

Stab and leave some sharpnels and scars

Wounded "wilfully" wound up with wings

In strains of restrains in hollows of 'things'

Soaked up in sorrow such joys you share

Yet hope for happiness and care to care

One flap of these wings and life is here

One flap two more and nowhere near

-Mx 

Responsibility

BORDERS

From high up a mountain, a number of clouds are seen sprawled across with such careless beauty under the vastness of the undivided sky, floating along the mighty unbound winds.
When they rain, they rain...
God made no borders!

SIGHT

From atop the peaks
Truth of clouds and lands
borders none
-Mx