Nights Are My Freedom

By Keerthana BS

At 2 am in the night,

I move my blinds of my huge see through window,

The shadows of new leaves 

Of the old tree, playing on my window

The distant streetlight also lights my room,

Lending silhouettes of my own self,

Just enough to look into myself!

My freedom!!

I get to shout two lines of a long melody,

Look through the window of the half lit street

And mindlessly churn smiles and feelings,

Watch my cat toss and 

Go back to her fish dreams,

I open the door to the world as a girl,

Only to find myself stepping out to the night,

And inhaling the silence and cold,

While the world can't judge me!

I drink some water to cool myself,

Which burns, as a writer trying

To separate from a tired me,

For a good string of words and a sigh.

Then I try my new sandal, 

Laying in the corner, with tags of doubt

Lying under it, almost stomped and freed.

A night like this, awakens me to freedom,

Making the masculine in me happy 

And the feminine in me proud!

For being able to be free,

Like a balance of both!

By now it's 3 30am, and it goes on,

Till I swipe goodnight on my screen!

By Keerthana BS