When cross-legged maidens slyly tremble
And make their partners die,
I hear my soul treading paths
To escape an honest cry.

The world grows darker amidst the moonlight
As if it doesn’t care -
My life goes awry, my dreams get faded
And yet I choose to dare.

Dare to make a bohemian
Of my long-time battered soul,
To suck the beauty of this mist
Get nearer to my goal.

Who cares for what’s expected
When no one does, why me?
May hedonism soak the sorrows
And let myself, be me.

Rules are like days and nights;
Shuns your thoughts, dictates your course
Discards the rhythm of precious freedom
Keeps you sulking amidst the bores.

Promises, lies, locusts, creeps,
Hell-bent to strangle every hope -
Forcing me to succumb my pride
A fight begins, I fight to cope.

Yet the crescent keeps melting
Like ice-bergs soaked in sun,
The brook glitters, the waves laugh loud
Like toddlers having fun.

Immersed I am in this unthinking fun fare
Far from social norms I flee,
Take the world and all that’s in it,
Just leave my premise – just let me be.