The Bondage

Jampa
Posted April 21, 2015

Every cell of my body has a structure of life

There are components

Functions, energy

My instinct

The inner voice

Fill the whole of me up

Lead me to another flow

Flow of wisdom, wonders

Search, speculation

Wildness, adventures

And,

It never let me go hungry

Then this comes

The teaching that is done at school

Parental, societal grooming sessions

Commandments, commitments, conformity

Handcuffs my steps

Determines my boundaries

And Bridles my directions before I pave my path

Controls my will before I understand the free will

Dictate dos and don’ts, which keep me confined

It ties my tongue before I communicate

It systems my life before I perform it

It instills standards into my mind before I understand the differences

What I am

Who I become

Is predesigned

What I think

How I feel

Is programmed

I, me, self, who gets constructed

As captivity

As a tiny

A vulnerable being

My existence is remotely controlled

The bondage

The isolation

The invasion

It poaches my world

It silences the inner voice

I then learn the fear of wrong doings

I learn to adjust and to obey

The constant demands for right, nice, appropriate and decent

Shackles my self-being with conditions

Subsequently I stop thinking

Feeling

For it invades

Overruns me

and simply

and Obliviously

Frightened

I start observing lives of others, but not mine

Trailing the trodden down route

Instructions guide my way

Tests measure my talent

Memorizations bolster my confidence

Diplomas testify my achievement

Many times I do what I am told, not what I want

I think what I want, not what I am told

The deception, fragmentation

Creates a little hypocrite in me

After all

I who was formed of trillions of cells

Self-owned territory once

Has been raided

At the end of the day

Quite frankly

Not dare to judge or blame for my schooling

Or My society

For it educated, raised me

Am I supposed to rip it all apart

To rebuild myself

Something keeps me chained

The instinct tries to rebel though

My inner gut roars

Roar...

So loud..!!

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Damilola Fasoranti
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015

"...something still chains me though"

While we are told to think outside the box, we are shut in the foot before our creativity get through the door.

As I read through your lines, I see food for thought and at the same time pluck for action.

These lines are the screams of independence and a shout for innovative expression, to appreciate the innate treasures within each person.

Jampa, these words are deep and the thought is profound.

I hope to read more of these. Thanks for sharing.

Jampa
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015

Thank you so much for your comment, I really appreciate. Absolutely, many times, we appreciate what we have for education, innovation, and technology, but how often we realize what we have is somehow still preventing invidividuals from thriving but systematically enslaving?

Thank you, yes,we all should see and "apprecaite the innate treasures within each person." and "...dust the smoke off the limitless treasures in you," i like it, thank you.

Have a nice day :)

Corine Milano
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015

Hi dear Jampa! What a beautiful, heartfelt poem. I am so grateful to have you in this community. Your voice is powerful, and you have such a way with words. Thank you for sharing your poetry with us. It's a powerful medium (one of my favorites) and you execute it so well.

Love to you,

Corine

Jampa
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015

Hey dear Corine,

How are you doing? Thank you so much for your lovely note. I am grateful to have you all wonderful people there to listen and hear our stories and read our posts.Your comments are encouraging as always.

Sending you much love & huggs :)

Jampa

Tamarack Verrall
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015

Dear Jampa,

A profound poem, beautifully leading us through the contemplation of how true we manage to stay to ourselves, our potentials, our reasons for being, in contrast to that invisible power that social norms have in making us lose our ways. Your critical vision is a light for us all, illuminating the path with your simple message not to forget ourselves. I love that despite the twists and turns, it is clear that you know how to navigate brilliantly.

Much love,

Tam

Jampa
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015

Dear Tam, I am very thankful to your beautiful and encouraging comments, it truly means a lot.

Please wait for my next post, which will be there soon :)

Gratitude !!

Much Love,

Jampa