She is not just a piece of flesh
draped in the clothes,
Within that flesh there lies a
heart so deep that have many
emotions, disgust and agony
at every single moment when
a stranger touch her skin as if
it's owed by him,
She is not just a piece of flesh
draped in the clothes,
Within that flesh there's many
secrets and dreams buried
so deep to escape an empty
stomach and hunger that
kills...!!!-
When the loneliness starts to
kill her inch by inch,
She seeks the solace of the
strangers as an escape,
To get rid of the scary nightmares,
she invited them randomly to
accompany her when the night
grew darker,
She wanted them to explore her
soul but they took a chance to
pierce her body instead,
She wanted to be loved by someone
but the beast inside them quench
thier thirst and leave,
She wanted someone to wipe her
tears but people use her as a
commodity to tear without any fear,
And today she is known as a
Slut who slaughtered herself to
become an epitome of love and
light up the world...!!!-
SLUT...
If she is a slut
for going home with Him
Then what is he.-
Loathe me
for my silky voice.
My words keep echoing
In you, and your man.
Loathe me.
for my satin dress,
flowing over my skin
as the silent breeze
moves over, kissing,
the smooth surface
of streamlets,
valleys, mountains.
Loathe me
for my carmine pink lips.
Colors stolen
from the petals of
Fuchsia Blue Eyes.
Loathe me
for my presence.
Your insecure leering
speaks not
of how you pity me.
It makes me feel
pity of you. Instead.
• the unholy damsel-
I am not Virgin since i was 16.
I did sex with different girls, i loved.
So people, what will you call me now?
Call me a male slut instead of cool dude,
If you call a girl so, because we did the same.-
No, she didn't have the experience of sheet stained blood
But guess what?
She was already famous for being a nasty slut.-
During the time of my stay in Gurugram,
I lived near MG Road.
For The ones who put money in holes,
It was a heavenly abode.
मैने देखे हैं वो चेहरे,
पीछे जिनके कुछ और ही था ।
जिस्म जहाँ सब ठीक बताता था,
अंदर छितरा हर ठौर ही था ।
(Full poem in caption)-
"Slut"
Even they deserve respect.
You are not supposed to say someone that .
You not know their story and you never will.-