A layer of tissue defines virginity?
Or does it mean when one has not had
sex that will define virginity?
Fairly complicated and interesting,
Man and woman can both be
classified as virgins.
Unfortunately, they are weighed in absolutely unfair ways.
Woman are questioned and ridiculed,
while man are championed if you say!
Amazingly, virginity is always associated with virginal sex, despite other forms of sexual activity being practised.
In short - a layer of skin lost does not equate to dignity lost.

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ये रास्ते चट्टान है इक और तुफां सा उठा
सब ख़्वाब मुझसे मिल रहे इक और आंधी सी चली
ये बेख़ुुदी कुछ और है ये वक्त बेपरवाह है
पर मंज़िलें रुसवा है। ।१। और मंज़िलें रुसवा है। ।४।

ये धड़कनों की साज़ है थम न जाएं तु जब तक
कई अनकहे ये राज़ है ये सब तेरे ग़ुलाम है
सब हौसले सवार है ये रास्ते की बात है नहीं
पर मंज़िलें रुसवा है। ।२। यहीं तेरा मुक़ाम है। ।५।

ये सांस दो और पल चले यहीं तेरा मुक़ाम है!!
इन ख्वाहिशों को पर मिले . .
पर साजिशें हज़ार है . .
और मंज़िलें रुसवा है। ।३। . .

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Word Social is not different
But it is a responsibility
Which we forget to follow
Because we are so busy
In making the rules
That we follow
In the blindness of
Society.

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When i was bored as a kid,
all I needed was a chalk and a stone.
I would draw up the boxes to play
Hop scotch on my own.
Forgotten are these simple games
which girls once played.
Hop scotch I played on my
own or with many of my known.

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I hail from Brazil
The rich plains of Santos
I am smooth and roasted
A touch of cinnamon
A frothy design of a heart
I like my coffee in a cup.

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Story,
Made up of hope and dreams
Challenged with hurdles.
A story
Summed up as a Memory.

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Don't mistake my silence with ignorance
I am sieving your words
To turn them into actions.

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Her shrivelled hands
symbolised her hard work
Courage she shopped
Despite all odds.

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I have been running from my own shadow
- - it said, " til death do us part ".

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I broke the mirror
that refused to dance to
the tune of normalcy
I bend a few
stitches to save a
memory called
nostalgia in a jar of
hopefulness
Can I learn the Art
of loving to
love you
A little more
A little longer
than the dew on the chrysanthemum?
Or do I wait for the
night watchman
to hold the gates of
heaven for the
forbidden trespasser to get
a ferocious ticket to Dante's rib cage
that might give me my Venus

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