MARITAL RAPE
Shutting the Door
Throwing her on the Floor,
Stripping her Saree
Sniffing her Body,
Pulling her Hands aside
Spreading her legs so wide,
Exploring the highs
Between her thighs,
The husband rapes his wife.
Those Rolling Eyes
Those Roaring Cries
doesn't matter to him
Those period cramps
Those pregnancy times
doesn't bother him
There are no candles
no campaigns,no laws,
to protect her this time
This is India where Raping
wife is not a Crime
PS : A No is a No even
if it's your Wife...

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Itni Fursathse Tujhe Tarasha hai Khudaanejo
Ke ab tujhe Dekhnese Fursath nahi Nigahonko...

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THE JOURNEY OF SELF LOVE
It's not Success
If it didn't Fill your Eyes with Tears,
It's not Love
If it didn't Break your Heart,
Forgive and Forget people
who never understood your Essence,
Perceive and Prosper with people
Who add Value to your Life,
If Life is Kicking you from behind
You will only move forward
If Life is Picking you for Troubles
You will only become Wise
Love Yourself the way you are
Mould Yourself the way you want,
Do things that make you
Fall in Love with yourself
What you Deserve will come to you
No Matter how Long it takes...

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OLD FASHIONED LOVE
In the Era of Emails and Instagram
She Writes Letters to me,
In the World of Passwords and Privacy
She Prints Mehndi with my Name,
In the Generation of Prime and Netflix
She Vibes on Old Meaningful Song,
In the Days of Hookups and Breakups
She Makes Promises of Life Long,
She Believes in Making a Wish
Under a Shooting Star,
She Relieves by Eating a Golgappa
Along a Street Stall,
But My World fell for her
When She Said,
Forget Documentaries and Movie Nights
Let's Read a Book Together
And get Lost in the Characters,
Forget World Tours and Long Drives
Let's Go on a Night Walk
And get Lost in the Streets...

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THE POETIC SAREE
Hugging the Blouse to her Chest
She Tied the Knots behind her Waist,
Tucking the Saree into Underskirt
She told the Fabrics to Flirt,
Raising the Saree upto her Neck
She Dropped the Pallu to her Back,
Pinning the Saree at the Shoulder
She Lined the Pleats at the Centre,
Two Eyes weren't
Sufficient to Stair her
One Heart wasn't
Efficient to Store her,
That Blushing Smile
Constructing her Dimple
That Black Mole
Orbiting her Navel,
Forget the World, Forget about Me
Stairing her Stepping
down the Floor
I Saw the Gravity Falling for her...

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SAKHI
Khidkise Jhaankthi
hui Nigahain,
Aur Nigahonko Pehra
deta hua Mein,
Chittiyon Mein
Liptihui baathein,
Aur Baatho Mein
Dhaka hua mein,
Hootope Muskurahat
liye aativo,
Aur hootope Muskurahat
laake jaathi,
Peron Mein Payal
Pehan ke aativo,
Aur Mann Mein
Shehnai Baja kar jaathi,
Itni Fursathse use Tarasha hai Khudanejo,
Ke ab use Dekhnese Fursath nahi Zamaaneko...

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THE PROSTITUTE - NOT FOR SALE
Locking the Door, Tapping the Floor,
Biting her Lips, Flaunting her Hips,
Stripping her Skirt
She Started the Fight,
Spreading her Feet
She Multiplied the Heat,
This is What you See
and Believe in
While the Reality is
Harsh and Haunting,
She Was Sold for a Penny
She Was Tortured by Many,
She is Getting Hurt
To Treasure You,
She is being Raped
To Pleasure You,
She is a Woman Craving for Love
Not a Flesh to be Served,
She is a Woman Worthy of Respect
Not a Product to be Sold...

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THE BHARATANATYAM GIRL
The Magic in her Eyes
The Logic in her Shy's,
Those Painted Hands
With a Red Moon in the Middle,
Those Scented Flowers
With a Hair Pin and a Needle,
The Kajal Underlining her Beauty
The Payal Enchanting her Divinity,
The Stars Falling Down
To See her Glimpse,
The Wars Happening Around
To See her Blinks,
Without a Bluetooth, Without a Hotspot
I was Pairing up with her
Without a Push, Without a Rush
I Was Falling Down for her...

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THE WIFE MATERIAL
The Time Slows down
When I Look at Her,
The Words Ryme Up
When I Think of Her,
The Swings of Air Pulling
The Rings Of her Hair,
The Tides Of River Hitting
The Ends of her Nail,
That One Sided Dupatta
Flying On My Face,
That Red Bordered Feet
Stepping on My Trace,
But the Heart Felt Love
When She Fell for Me
And Blamed Gravitation...

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THE SMOKING GIRL
She was a Night Owl
Chasing Peace,
She was a Mad Soul
Creating Ease,
Slowly She Pulled out
a Cigarette Stick,
Stuck it between
her Lipstick,
Firing the Free End
with Lighter's Spark,
She Started Sipping it,
Like a Lonely Monk
PS : That Ciggerate
Can not Kill her
But her Addiction Can...

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