Sunday, November 20, 2011

The story of my story

My story is like a harlot
Adjectives are her lipstick and fake eyelashes

Her smile is not vulgar as it tells my jokes
Her gaze is inviting as it shows my desires

Look at her heels its not the same as then,
I changed her name so you don’t complain
I even changed her eye color so she doesn’t look plain.

She walks in beauty,
But she talks only in duty
It depends on your mood sir,
She does overtime even you are crude sir

One sunny day she would want to fly
But all her wings will be drenched in her cries

Mirrors never told the truth,
We trusted your eyes rather your touch,
I never felt bad, but my story is a little slut
She wishes to go everywhere but she sulks much

Marry her, sir! She has suffered enough.
She might die soon she is fragile and her life had been rough.

A Portrait of my Lady

It starts with the hair flowing in this moonlit rooftop,
And cautiously painted creases on those eyelids shut forcedly
And imagine those colors in your words, comas and full stop.

It goes till your gaze can penetrate, corners and deep lies,
And how do you touch them with wet fingers and lips soaked in sweat
Heartbeats, fake smiles, silence and dried up those sighs.

Come back with flowers, impress with dahlias and kiss not smooch,
Spanish guitar with bread toast and buttered, aah, handful of chocolates
Smile replaced smirk and mono act being new position in bed.

It reaches till the illumination, navel and the slight curve on the end of the hip,
Man standing in the closet became rat and ran over your whole body
Flinching at every breath, so claustrophobic that breaks every single rib.

It ends at the end of his neck, sweet smell of an escape,
A horse ride and you on the back, sobbing, fretting
Coming to the center, blood, heat, bang! And crash.

Monday, January 3, 2011

BROTHERS

And you play hard to look gay,
But you fail miserably at this play.

This world not meant for you,
Too real and colorful for you.

Lines that they say,
In the beginning and at the end,
They sound jazzy and you go crazy.

You big ‘Wanna be’…
Wanna be colored like them?

They suffered their Identity,
Never took society for Pity.

You the ‘Fucked-Up-In-The-Brain’ one,
Why are you so dumb?

Fill up the spaces in you,
Tear off the barriers, make New You.

BLOOD IS BLACK

Blood is black,
It runs through my soul,

Burden on my chest,
Crawling up to the head.

Take off your hand,
Let me open my eyes,
Why do you cry?

I see blood again,
Is it a new pain?

HUNGARY: LAND & PEOPLE

Sleep is bliss,
Have it with wide eyes,
Golden Bull and Magna Carta makes you cry.

What the hell are you saying?
What shit are you throwing?
Poltics and Power (or is it synonyms?)
I am not interested,
Yes I am coward.

Noblemen and Kings, dies as well,
Who remembers their names, outside this cell?

Germany and Hungary, Two beautiful beasts,
Playing in my mind, how history gets defeat.

But no! Give me break, (or at least Grades!)
I want to love you, but why do you seem dead?

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Pornography: Young Minds At Risk

In this hyper real world, people want everything glorified. Sex is no exception, and that is where pornography enters with a bang. In today’s time, pornography is the biggest market on internet.
Pornography has its various effects on people. The most vulnerable group is children.
The growing numbers of viewers of porn come from the age group 10-16. Now this is something to worry about. Porn addiction has reached at the level of cocaine addiction. People are suffering from it. Porn is a reflection of superficiality in our minds, in our lives, in our body concepts. But sometimes we forget that and try to reenact the same thing with real humans and we get different reaction from the thing which we have seen in porn movies. That’s what leads to incapability to form relationships in real life. There has been an argument that pornography is an art, difficult to practice.

But the negative impact of it on the young minds are inevitable. According to one survey in Europe, porn on mobile phones has a market of $540 million. That shows how easy it is in the reach of young ones. But however one tries to forbid it, it becomes more attractive. Another survey says that 75% of children of age group 11-14 have already seen porn.
The problem is pornography has made women as a sex object. People can get any type of sex, sex with mud or blood, with pregnant women, mid-aged, and incest. Anything. And when young ones encounter with it they learn from it, they can’t distinguish the reality. Porn becomes sex education. But then pornography is not made to educate in proper way, its made to sell!
If children get sex education properly, they are not likely to have problems in not getting addicted to porn. The basic art of sex is needed to be learnt properly.
One more important thing is freedom of expression. We have to remember the Great Marquis de Sade, who became martyr of freedom of expression. Here what does a queer say about it? It says if you like it this way, you can have it this way. We cant deny it. But there should be a bottom line. Because porn was a need then it became consumption. And now this consumption has become need. Industry wants more consumers. So they want to reach to every human, From age group 8 to 80.