I Promise I’d Never Say #MeToo


Dear Men,

You can touch me whenever you want,

Grope me,

Press me,

And it’d be very sweet of you,

If you forcibly kiss me.

I can identify

When you look at me from bottom to top,

Picture me naked,

But don’t you feel shy to talk about it

And if you want to go one step ahead,

You can masturbate in front of me.

Sometimes I feel offended

And be bitchy about my ‘rights’ and ‘gender equality’

Because of these stupid #MeToo and #womenempowerment movement

Do not take it seriously

I am just playing-hard-to-get game

What else would I want

Than brutally manhandled by you

Ultimately, raped by you

Because you are my prince charming

I am your toy

You are my king

I am your sensational sleeping pills of joy

What purpose am I serving here

If I disobey your desired sexual command?

What a life would I be living

If I refuse to jerk your phallus off

It’s hard to imagine my all achievements and progress

Without you and your tiny little thing

So, Dear Men

I request you from the bottom of my heart

Kindly never ever stop objectifying me.

***

This poem is a take on the current revelation, thanks to #MeToo Movement, of sexual harassment and objectifying of women in various industries. Feel free to share anywhere.

This is the 96th poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed nineteen days.

Read it and let me know in the comment how it was. You can read another seven (recent) poems on this blog page.

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Let Me Come Out Of This Jar


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Let Me Come Out Of This Jar

Through the wall glass

While analyzing

I saw

Someone was walking

Outside

Unwantedly crying

*

With the sad face

Suddenly,

He turned

Looking at me furiously

It was afternoon

‘This world’ was empty

*

I trembled

And stepped backward

Assuming

He won’t unlock ‘this jar’

By tossing

The cap up in the star

*

It was

Just a matter of time

I blinkingly found

One more jar, ‘same type’

‘Same man’

Gullibly fumbling yet fine!

The last poem of NaPoWriMo 2016 series!

It was beautiful and proudly, successful ride – finishing 30 poem in 30 days – Thank You NaPoWriMo to take this initiate to motivate poet and writer like me. Well, I am taking break but will be posting every now and then.

Till that time Keep Reading Keep Humming

I am a Thinking Cup


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I am a thinking cup

Silent, staring straight with a hoodie

I capture

Thoughts, words, memories;

A picture of you

And a cup of coffee

The last dance,

The rain with a singing lady,

A hideous horse rider, a ghost

And the science fiction story;

*

So don’t pinch me on my back

I might ignore you by mocking,

I’d disappoint you

If you were looking for a perfect answer from me,

I try to connect dots, fixate situations in mind

Contemplate conclusion out of misery,

Oh, do you misjudge me when I smiled at you

There is a whole different world inside me, just expressing;

Because I am always imagining

Right or wrong, what do I care?

I am just a thinking cup!

A Man among the Wolves


A Man among the Wolves

There has been problem with the connection which delayed this post. But ‘Better Late Than Never’

Day 15

A Man among the Wolves

Now anything even with supersonic speed

Won’t ever beat me,

Those blue eyes were right behind the tree

Winking at me,

“Do I have a second for that?”

I asked myself subconsciously;

*

The routine life for the piece of bread

Never elevated my fancies;

Instead I pioneered

The new rooster to wake me;

I happened to be called looser,

Who is running to discover inexplicable breeze;

*

For which path I must continue

The blue eyes seemed to direct me;

The wolves were all around

 Trapping the net beneath;

I wondered why I pulled a gun

Killed the blue eye raccoon to send the message,

That I Am Coming!

National Poetry Writing Month

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A Man without a Head


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A Man without a Head

In the yellow light of paradise
I walked in for delight
Brink shore in hallucinating land
I waged for new life

I dug up the whole city
Ran through the realm, waste!
Rebooted my dexterity, somehow
But what I found was ‘A man without a head’

Brick by brick I stored everything
Swing by swing I held my breath
But this man couldn’t seem to grow up
Instead, He was demonically wandering on the lane

I wept whole night at the sea
Trying to figure out what went wrong
He tapped on my back in his well suited dress
“Don’t punish yourself, be strong!”