Mihir Kamat

Tag: freedom

  • The life we knew we could never live

    The life we knew we could never live
    Is somewhere out there in the wait
    Asking for another chance
    It’s time to go, walk through the gate

    There are hobbies waiting to be picked
    Or asses asking to be kicked
    A million jaws just to be dropped
    And bullets out there to be stopped

    The life we knew we could never live
    Is somewhere out there in the wait
    Asking for another chance
    It’s time to go, walk through the gate

    Inaction is just obscene
    Hoping fate would intervene
    Watching chances go pass by
    Then wishing if we could only fly

    The life we knew we could never live
    Is somewhere out there in the wait
    Asking for another chance
    It’s time to go, walk through the gate

    Winners win and losers lose
    But winners fight and winners bruise
    Without greying hair and broken bones
    One could never win the game of thrones

    The life we knew we could never live
    Is somewhere out there in the wait
    Asking for another chance
    It’s time to go, walk through the gate

    It’s time to go, walk through the gate.

    © 2015 Mihir Kamat
  • Breaking the pattern

    Breaking the pattern

    The world seems covered with streaks and dots
    Like zebra stripes and parking spots
    Getting used to staying within the lines
    Of living inside, bound and confined

    Zombies; slaves of ticking clocks
    Too afraid to think outside the box
    So calculated each and every step
    Convoluted like a spiders web

    What is it about oranges and apples?
    Why can’t it be really plain and simple?
    Why not listen closely to cacophony
    You might just find your symphony

    Does everything need to be kept in order?
    Making a mess isn’t quite a disorder
    You may call it sloppy if it doesn’t look the part
    Or you might just call it a work of art!

    It may be easier said than done
    But a method to madness? Where is the fun?
    I live life on terms those are my own
    Then maybe it’ll read on my tombstone

    That here lies a man who did it all
    Who hit his head, who had a great fall
    But boy did he have fun along the ride
    Breaking the pattern with every stride.

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat

    Original image courtesy of wallsave.com

  • The scent of freedom

    The scent of freedom

    A thousand suns may have come and gone
    A thousand moons so brightly shone
    But the lone warrior stands tall and taut
    Stronger than ever, its metal wrought

    For eons it stood the test of time
    A mute spectator beyond the line
    With blood and sweat and tears withholding
    It bore witness to the events unfolding

    I stand here with my head held high
    My heart swelling, my breath alive
    I’m proud of the legacy they left behind
    Iconic; truly one of a kind

    It was here that our fathers from days of yore
    Their blood was seed, a fruit time bore
    The sweet and fleshy orb that grew
    Was freedom; a spark; an idea anew

    And they lay this flag to symbolize
    That truth prevails over a bunch of lies
    A gift of sorts for the coming generation
    Still a unique reminder; some gentle inspiration

    The flag flutters in grace to this very day
    The winds of change are blowing this way
    It gives me hope for the days to come
    For the air is pregnant with the scent of freedom.

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat
    Inspired by this week’s writing challenge.
    NOTE: I took this picture on top of Shay Palace, Leh, on my recent trip to Ladakh. Ladakh is extremely beautiful, picturesque, and one of the best places to visit in the summer.
    Image copyright of Mihir Kamat.