Moving Out

I am not comfortable,

Yes,

I am not comfortable.

As I am getting slapped by the merciless sun,

As I am stuck in the prattle of feeble-minded human,

As I am in the blunder of sumptuous waves of the ocean

And I am feeling as no-one.

I am not comfortable,

I want to move out,

Move out from the

Parameter of the dogmatism of society,

Move out from the

Long ago established rules and crisis.

I am shouting, I am crying

I am trying not shying

To move out

From the essence of my life-

What you have declared

Move out

From the squabbles and

My image what you have smeared.

Now I want to make

My own way, my own path

So you can't stop me

I am the voice of my inner strength

Voice of my inner power,

My life can be full of hope

Can be full of blessings shower.

It's up to me,

I can move out

With you or without

How many hurdles I am going to face

I don't know

How much pain I am going to breathe in

I don't know

But the happiness, the satisfaction of

Being me gives me the strength

To move out

I am sure

I will move out,

I will move out.