Freedom Preetham

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I had trapped a phantom bird,

in an imaginary cage called hope.

It fed on seeds of memories,

drank salty pearls from the pupil's cup.

Couldn't tell if the bird was alive,

or an act of marionette from the hurting soul.

Or was it the shadows of the mind,




A hummingbird lost in the desert,

lured by the claret cups of cactus.

Exotic tropical vine,

red spectrum bright and factious.

Enduring the arid climate,

and the prickly spines, so vicious.

The bird sipped its last sweet nectar,

as the sun set on the abstract lattice.

As the cactus closed…



I want to liberate myself,

from the depleted lifelines of endurance.

to go explore the inner paths within my soul.

From the riff-raffs and the pain.

The elixir of joy we rained.

The glorious memories of cherished times.

By the time I realized,

you never had intentions to fly together.



I went on a search amongst the ranks of the wanderlusts.

To find the pieces of my heart.

Un-healing soul reminiscing unrequited thoughts.

Unanchored in uncharted territories, still could not untether from your spells cast.

The peak of the Balkans nor the valleys could stop the leaky eyes.

Now I…



Enticing anthers,

a vibrant garden of lies.

Surrogate flowers,

a forest full of guise.

Surreal nature,

misty veils on the reprise.

Blind heavens,

a carnival for the wise.

Wispy willows,

are they lullabies or goodbyes?

Dreamt of an oasis,

turned out a mirage in the skies.




First glance of you on stage,

I said lord, please let her be mine forever.

First time when you insisted to kiss,

I held you tight and waited for a measure.

First time when our lips met,

passion burned, and the souls tethered.

Our first cuddle rocked the water bed,



Scratches on my vintage vinyl,

I ignored the noise in them signals.

Tried tuning a broken guitar,

pouring melodies into torn hymnals.

Synesthesia caught the disdaining dancer,

blind love overlooked the crippled colors.

Hieroglyphs on the temple walls,

foretold prophecy of selfish betrayal.

Held on helplessly to chord progressions,




Betwixt what was said,

and what was understood.

A universe of yearning lies.

Forgiven maladies,

Forsaken melodies,

Forlorn mellow, dies.

Broken dreams won’t sleep,

their heart is stirred.

Broken souls can’t speak.

they can only be heard.

~ Freedom



Dark swallowtails,

on the water hemlocks.

Black neon bright,

a toxic wedlock.

Diamond rattle tails,

looming in the shadows.

Trapped a waning gibbous,

in murky streams of shallow.

As the night suspends,

the soul is set afire.

When the dance ends,

you will not survive her.

~ Freedom



Freedom Preetham

Freedom Preetham

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