Call It Freedom

When I thought a little hard,

I found out I’ve been ignoring it.

Freedom is the Tiniest of things that

Liberate me even for a second.

A sunrise after three days of rain,

A long sleep after a tiring day,

Your eyes and the sight of myself in them,

The taste of half-burnt bread made in a hurry,

A stupid conversation in the elevator,

A random compliment from a complete stranger,

An hour-long hot shower,

No deadlines to meet,

The momentary decision of which flavor of

Ice-cream to devour on,

No alarms, A walk alone,

A nostalgic song,

Crying so loud that my throat hurts,

Accepting my flaws,

Self –made coffee,

Earned meal,

Things that make me notice the pattern of how I breathe, 

Sitting in a random café all by myself,

Poets voicing out their ideas in an open mic,

Putting in a dark lipstick,

Going out in pyjamas,

Doing nothing but reading all day,

Grocery shopping and going out of budget,

Seeing people kill stereotypes

Dancing in the parking lot,

Naming an address as my home,

Singing an old song at the top of my voice

While driving back,

Doing every random thing my heart feels like

And living these normal moments

With extraordinary joy.

It isn’t in between the four walls

Hanging from the mouths of someone or

Somewhere in the society.

Freedom is in acceptance and liberation,

The feeling of being responsible

Of my happiness.

Freedom is finding a baggage

In the corner of my mind

And knowing that it’s empty!!!!