I refuse to be confined within the defined walls of identity.
I don’t want these predetermined labels to define.
The claustrophobia in my head space remains a massive threat.
Always urging me towards the uncharted territories of freedom.
Where authenticity thrives without the shackles of conformity.
In this fast paced world it’s not easy to take bath under nature’s tune.
Are all the voices in my head for real just a psychological imbalance?
An important question that echoes in silence.
The cacophony of social construct incessantly shapes my existence.
How do I embrace my authentic state with celebration?
When all it faces are constant crisis, challenges from ‘advanced standards .’
If the R in my name resembles resilience.
I am sure to succeed in this war.
In this surreptitious corridors of social construct: love, relationships, marriage,family,success painted as beacon of fulfilment.
In actual just steering it s into the cyclic trap.
A canvas where independence is overshadowed by norms of doomed future and resistance.
I still stand to reclaim my rights, choices over expectations.
Primitive State
