Bound by Choice

-My inspiration for this one was simply the concept of choices. I guess I put down in rhymes, what a lot of us take for granted in everyday lives: having the ability to, in fact, make choices-


 

“We feel so bound, by invisible chains of choice,

Choices to resent and choices to rejoice,

Choices that shape the timeline of our being,

Giving sound to reason and courage a voice.

 

With a thousand strings they tug at you,

A proud selection or a choice to rue,

So many were made yet so many to come,

So many once together, now remain so few.

 

Choices make or break us everyday,

As worldly obsessions they get in our way,

Fragmented obstacles, staring back from the abyss,

Some move to avoid while some learn to pray.

 

Often the choice is so very bold,

On the whims of a die, luck begs to be rolled,

Twisting and turning on a point of its own, 

The resulting story is of a legend untold.

 

Is it truly a choice or an illusion of one,

To keep holding on or to just let it run,

Along a path littered with forgotten possibilities,

The journey of learning is anything but done.

 

Is it even possible, not to choose?

Hanging from a rope with the ends so loose,

With each heave, you ask yourself,

Is it worth carrying on with this self-inflicting ruse?

 

A choice here and a choice there,

Begs a question, does life even care?

In light of retrospect, it often pays to think,

What it really means, having the luxury of a spare.”

 

~A.K


 

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Aneesh: “For me ‘it’s all about myself’, but not in the self-centered way that this phrase is generally interpreted. I am in the pursuit of perfection, to develop myself beyond just the physical, and into the realms of the metaphysical. The word ‘spirituality’ is used quite a bit as a cliché, but beyond that, the depth of what it actually stands for, what the word ‘aum’ and its symbol ‘ॐ’ stand for, is where it all begins to take shape in understanding the cosmos and our significant insignificance in it. Hence, my writing is based on my experiences, thoughts, wishes, emotions, and most importantly my view from the audience, as the world takes stage.”

e feel so bound, by invisible chains of choice,

Choices to resent and choices to rejoice,

Choices that shape the timeline of our being,

Giving sound to reason and courage a voice.

With a thousand strings they tug at you,

A proud selection or a choice to rue,

So many were made yet so many to come,

So many once together, now remain so few.

Choices make or break us everyday,

As worldly obsessions they get in our way,

Fragmented obstacles, staring back from the abyss,

Some move to avoid while some learn to pray.

Often the choice is so very bold,

On the whims of a die, luck begs to be rolled,

Twisting and turning on a point of its own,

The resulting story is of a legend untold.

Is it truly a choice or an illusion of one,

To keep holding on or to just let it run,

Along a path littered with forgotten possibilities,

The journey of learning is anything but done.

Is it even possible, not to choose?

Hanging from a rope with the ends so loose,

With each heave, you ask yourself,

Is it worth carrying on with this self-inflicting ruse.

A choice here and a choice there,

Begs a question, does life even care,

In light of retrospect, it seldom pays to think,

What it really means, having the luxury of a spare.

~ A.K

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