A Room with out Curtains.

As I walked past the empty bottle with no cap, lying on the floor,
and entered my room which looked like it was in between of a Renovation process,
I ignored as always.
But when my gifted sight blinked twice watching the curtains being missed I stepped back in shame.

Cursing my resident building for being made up of glass and pulling me back towards the pitched embarrassment.

I ran away in my shorts and my dad's loose shirt.
My brain pumping enough blood to my body nerves signaling,
It's not how I am, the world doesn't know me like that.
Wearing proper decent clothes which is so subjective,
I sighed and entered again like a gentleman and cleaned it with utter clarity,
Well, better than the maid aunts,
whose job is doing this better everyday!

With whatever accident that had made my room curtains missing,
Now it hardly mattered to me anymore.

What mattered was the fake life I was living which created a sheer comfort zone then for me.
I wouldn't be harsh to my motives and the things I did like doing,
But sincerely it's all in general as in how people call it LAZINESS, because it is.

Wearing My dad's T-shirt was not wrong,
Wearing shorts was not wrong,
But hiding it from the world like I committed a crime was WRONG!

Entering my room like a drug addict was not wrong,
But walking past the empty bottle lying on the floor was WRONG.
Keeping my room in disgrace was WRONG.
Accepting myself like one of the rich brats was WRONG,
giving space for the laziness to spread in my veins more than the blood itself was WRONG!

What a ROOM HAVING NO CURTAINS taught me on an AFTERNOON,
Is that replacing a maid aunt in your house to a new workout machine,
Can give a Soul to a Body,
Can be the salt in your food,
filling like the Audience in the Audi!