( This is the POV of a prisoner who had a bad past in his teens, in this scene he has completed his sentence and is set free. He feels a sense of fresco as he leaves the prison.)
The light coloured sky stands proud for all to see, The sun still scorching every piece it can feel, The birds sudden diminuendo created an effective scene, The feeling of freedom entwined in every gene, The air holds a secret of life from my teens, A sublime freshness which I was awaiting so keen, The emotions reaching points of crescendo, the gossips of my past making sly innuendos.
FRESCO, FRESCO, FRESCO
Convicted eternal years from guilt of demons, A sense of change embibes in my semen, From the screaming and cries of my victim, To now, the sound of bliss of freedom addiction.
FRESCO, FRESCO, FRESCO
I will now live life with the new character of myself, as I feel a sense of fresco in thyself...
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I act messy I portray myself lazy I keep my hair tied up in a bun I twirl in my dull skirts I sleep like It's my last sleep And those horizontal life pauses Brighten my soul I neither apply Kajal Nor those creams
Also I draw, I craft I teach, I write Inspite being told Am wasting my time On useless stuffs
I know Am not the Perfect being People around me Expect me to be
I can be that Society named Perfect girl With neatly combed hair Mascara, eyeliner, lipstick Or whatever
That perfect family member Who appreciates and Enjoy their gossips Who meet their expectations By passing a opinion In their favour
That perfect women Am supposed to me By taking the path of Those people who Keep telling me To wear makeup To straighten my hair Or that braces will make me A perfect person
It's not that I can't be perfect But just that I don't want to be Their definition of perfection
It is said What's meant to be Will reach its way Maybe this is all An experiment To find those who Truly adore me Those who fall for my imperfections
What if I don't Find such people Is it okay To experiment With my life? Yes it's absolutely okay
But I may Find people Who love me For who I am And I ll surely Treasure them
I don't want Anyone to change Me into someone Who am not I will definitely Not regret Living this way The way my Heart knows