I am Ritesh Kr Prasad ,a management and law grad. Reading and writing are my life blood.A fierce advocate of freedom of Speech,Equality and Human rights.

Give a little thought to your thought!!

Give a little thought to your thought; To have some quality time alone; Away from the crowd, The daily hustle bustle; As you become a common face in a crowd; It’s your thought that makes you standout; So give a little thought to your thoughts; Maybe, it’s trying to tell…

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The rise of the evil joker…

This was the new joker ,an evil joker; Emotionless, feeling less and with the deadliest weapon; A weapon of sarcasm, he laughs at other people; To show their place; Love is something which he doesn’t understands; For his birth I only to play games; A game where emotions would be…

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Stray Thoughts!

Stray Thoughts! I held my breath as I waited in anticipation; I longed for her; I closed my eyes slowly; So close; still so far; My mind had visions of her; A blurred image; Taking its time to shape; The intoxicating jasmine perfume of her; Pierced my thoughts; The murmur…

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The dark reality: Erotica!

The dark reality: Erotica! It makes us disturbingly agitated; Uncomfortable in our comfortable zones; As I discuss it uninhibited; The much hushed subject; Erotica has something in it;’ Misunderstand or rather misunderstood; Snapped with a veil or a hood; A mere mention of the words; Makes people frown upon; A…

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The dark reality: Erotica!

It makes us disturbingly agitated;
Uncomfortable in our comfortable zones;
As I discuss it uninhibited;
The much hushed subject;
Erotica has something in it;’
Misunderstand or rather misunderstood;
Snapped with a veil or a hood;

A mere mention of the words;
Makes people frown upon;
A much neglected subject;
You buy or reject;
It is omnipresent;
Culture of tradition as we swear by;
Living in a state of denial;
A vehement disapproval;
To accept the scathing truth;
A deep-rooted hypocrisy;
Once again creeps up;
As it reflects everyday;
Like most other subjects;
We shout; we silence;
But we succumb to it;
To enjoy a mundane noon;
To evade a solitary night;
Our original faces show;
In the shadow of light;

However, sinful you consider it;
It is impossible to condemn at all;
As I caught discussing it;
I persecuted upon;
Of being sinful and impure;
My age aids my infatuation;
The great culture and tradition i swear on;
Where there was no dearth of erotic literature;
Ancient people have credulous creation;

The work of Vatsyayana; Kalidasa;
The marvelous Khajuraho;
The grotesque rejection;
The formidable truth;
Makes us uncomfortable;
As I discuss it uninhibited;
The hushed – hushed subject;

Natures cry!!!

The storm has blown over, Leaving me devastated, in the aftermath of destruction, I roamed around… The vision was blurring. Memories scattered all around the place. My clothes torn, tears flowed from eyes, Lamely I walk, the pain is unbearable. In a strange juxtaposition, to smile or to cry, I…

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