Abdul Wahab


>>>Freedom iii


Freedom iii

I think I am intelligent but I could not discard what I assert
as illusory or false, I keep on hanging and continue in the
same way, disorder forces in, life becomes full of contradiction,
i can’t do what I say, in other way, what I say I do not do
who is to blame? me, myself and I, I accumulate immense
knowledge to get freedom but my thought process gets stuck
within the periphery of its limitation, no change I could bring in,
i remain the same, a qualified ignorant like before, no integrity,
no freedom at all, things are falling apart, I have given to choose,
i reject it, why should I choose? I believe in my ability to think precisely
and objectively. Choosing is a process for a stupid or whose mind
is confused, I am afraid of what will happen in future and what have
happened in the past that will repeat again, people will die without
freedom, this fear eats me up slowly , I seek freedom from this fear,
this fear is the cause and my freedom ended up as an effect of that cause
like a disease, you may cure it with medicine but I never wanted
this type of freedom, freedom with a cause, it is not freedom at all.
freedom must be spontaneous and unconditional for which I am
in search of since the time I became matured enough.

Submitted: Sunday, February 02, 2014

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