She is going out,
By breaking all the protection of her house.
She walks straight and confident,
Without the fear of those society omnipotent.
When she smiles and lifts her pants,
It switly distract the man who is behind her back.
Wearing those raiment, which make her feel comfortable, without the shame of those thousand of trivials .
Hanging out with different peeps, won't make her character cheap.
By calling her a **** , ***** or escort
You are just showing up your own ****** thoughts.
                  Komal :)

My bedroom walls are pink.
Why don’t you believe me?
Am I a liar? White lies don’t count do they?
Its storied in IG anyway. Follow and like please …

But dear, oh dear, I’m sorry,
I forgot you are blind.
Why, you asked, do I want the world
to know my walls are pink?
Oh, its just so me, and isn’t being something
a thing in the world these days?

Anyway I'm your eyes in this world
If you can't believe me in trivials
how can I tell you of other things?

No one is perfect,
We all know how well that's true.

We're all broken people,
With innocence scarred,
And heart bruised.

But to be perfectly honest,
That's what I like most about you.

Your bruises are reminders of the trivials you had to go through,
Your scars are evidence of the challenges you did not withdrew.

Because at the end of the day,
The world is your oyster to pursue,
Your skin is a blank canvas waiting to be blue,
And your life is another story waiting to be heard soon.

I crave something
                                          that I never had
                                          I want someone
                                         who I never see
                                          I die for trivials
                                         noone can feel
                                        I'm dying to die
                                        I want to be free