Hey…
I hope you all are doing well and are safe…!
This prompt is a good one of the good one,
because it comes at a time when whole of the world has their eyes on our nation,
the India-Pakistan at the brink of war,
the tiff escalating and de-escalating within a span of few hours,
constant black outs at the border region,
shells,
blanks,
broken drones and such,
their scraps and some live ones are found here and there…
Freedom means right to,
Think,
Speak &
Act however one wants,
ALSO,
in a state of not being captive or enslaved…
BUT;
Doesn’t that mean we have to keep ourselves in check,
according to the people who are around us too…?
Look at it from a point where,
you have to follow HOA rules,
They aren’t there to make your personal life better,
But,
in a collective way they help in taking care of the whole association,
by setting rules and guidelines to follow,
NO matter how much it screams a violation of your freedom,
I MEAN COME ON,
Trash can outside after 11 am attracts a fine,
it shouldn’t be outside obstructing view of the property which we paid…?
HUH???
But,
These small rules help keep the value and the look of the property to the max…
same way,
Someone cites their freedom,
for being oppressive towards others,
owning slaves and the ripple effect that we see even this day Amongst those who owned them…!
For them,
Someone who has been oppressed their view of freedom is much different from someone who hasn’t been ;
But,
Isn’t that a conversation for some other time…?
Freedom for a writer and a person who has been expressive means different from someone who has been an introvert and keeps to themselves,
they have a need to be out and see things various ones from a perspective different from everyone…!
Cheers 🥂
Love Waakiye 🤍

enjoys freedom.
It takes flight,
on seeing the horizon clear and blue,
as it flaps the wings,
The crisp sound echoes,
fluttering for a moment as it gains some momentum,
within moments the free bird,
with a free will,
goes from sitting on a branch,
to
gaining height that we can’t reach,
until its existence is lost,
moments before it becomes a right tick,
like we used to in art classes…
Isn’t this the type of freedom we all once wanted,
when we were little…?

