Give me freedom and shut the f**k up

Life, I think, without liberty is nugatory. Whereas, liberty, without freedom, is inutile for any human being with a sound mind. Unfortunately, many statists are set to horrendously dismiss my premise because they have been hopelessly inured to vociferously sell “dangerous freedom” and to blatantly buy “peaceful slavery”. The real…

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An incisive perusal of a #SocioTerrorist

Not many are mavericks, in this world. The real tragedy of our “modern” civilization is that it is purely normal, when a mob assents to any incoherent fact; whereas, the one who valiantly imagines to look beyond the reality and illusion is collectively disdained by the society. Well, society is…

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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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Make me cry again!

Come back and make me cry again; You have made my heart a grave yard; With no emotions and feelings left; Hands only raises to wipe tears of f my eyes; Come back and make me cry again; To break the heart in as much pieces as you want Tear…

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A CHANGED PERSON

A CHANGED PERSON It’s been a long time; Since she left; Yes, it’s been a long time; Inside I felt; Sitting in the coffee shop; Adjacent to her house; A quintessential place it was for us; Where more often we met; I remember the sweet memories; as I look ahead…

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