Launchorasince 2014
← Stories

Hues of Hope

Tell me when,when will I be free?
Free to turn my back to you
To avoid your eyes looking at mine wanting to devour my soul.
Tell me when,when will I be free?
To walk that alley in the dark
And not turning back ,to check if I am being followed.
Tell me when,when will I be free?
To take back the last local and not being
Apprehensive about your cruel smirks.
When,tell me when?

Tell me when,when will I be free?
To comfortably stand in the crowded bus
And not worrying about you touching me
Inappropriately...
Tell me when,when will I be free?
To pass by you with my friends and your eagle eyes not preying on us.
Tell me when,when will I be free?
To walk out of the door without having curfew times set up for me only for you.

Tell me when,when will I be free?
To trust a man who offers me help.
To believe that you don't consider me only as a toy to satisfy your needs.
To understand that you too can love without questioning my past,
To hold my hand and not grope my body.
Tell me when,when will I be free?

Tell me when,when will I be free to walk under the starry nights
To see the lake side in the evening light,
To gaze at the sky from the hedge down the road,
To see the shops closing down and silence slowly engulfing the town.
To walk out of the house without worrying about the pepper spray that I had left behind.
To see the moon kissing the sleepy flowers and wishing them Good Night.
I know you have no answer and neither do I
But I still dream to wake up one fine day and find this world a better place for "us" to live in...