A Prostitute’s Life


A Prostitute’s Life

Her mind savours the seasonal joy
And the face burns in a daylight heat.
She seems to uncap her head
To look at the Sun’s untrimmed chest;
*
When she goes blue in the blow of her pain
And a few coins of penny can’t fill her tummy,
She goes to the endless road
To find the vultures in the store.
*
When her child cries moons and skies
And her beast friend tells all the lies
She soaks the rainbow until it’s drained
Mitigating the truth to live insane!
***

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

This is also probably the last poem of 2018 which counts more 140 poems for this year alone.

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Just Give Up On Me


Just Give Up On Me

It ain’t so melodious,
Going with this spear,
I am a clandestine walking girl,
Not a healer, not a propeller;
Baby, you can call me naive,
Maybe a bit of a loner,
Just give up on me now,
I am no princess, dear!
*
I know you have been trying so hard,
Making me sad, mad and happy.
The pound of love I got from you,
I don’t deserve to be in the receiving;
Your red rose may gloom my beauty,
But it doesn’t define my personality.
I seem to be attracted to the hate,
And sometimes, the madness rains on me.
I know you understand all this,
Still try to accept me.
But do me favour, will you?
Just bloody give up on me!
Just give up on me,
Give up on me,
Give up on me,
Give some love to me,
Don’t you give up on me,
Don’t you give up on me,
I may need you but I want you,
Don’t you dare give up on me,
I’ll kill you,
If you give up on me!
***

This is the 99th poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed nineteen days.

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Hopeless Love


Hopeless Love

She was about to faint

Due to the extreme pain from her bruises.

High rise skyscraper-like dream,

And she decided to take a leap?

*

She was hushed

Transformed into a melancholic beauty

As her faith was broken

By a man who lived in her fantasy

*

It was extremely painful and unacceptable,

But there was no escape,

As the saddest part came to haunt her

When the man stood by her side with an adorable gaze!

***

This poem is a response to a poem Catch Me When I Fall written by Graci.

This is the 98th poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed nineteen days.

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Not So Ideal, Relentlessly Archetypal


Not So Ideal, Relentlessly Archetypal

Here’s the tangerine tree,
She likes to see,
When she abstains herself
From the dragging mud of being independent;
*
Being someone’s favourite,
Someone’s lame bet,
It seems part of a big blasphemy,
Clanking to create a mysterious alchemy:
*
And the town plays to its sphere,
Giving the blue-dauntless atmosphere;
She pretends to belie in a gullible layer
But intelligently, saves her from being a role model.
***

This is the 97th poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed nineteen days.

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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.

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Kiss For An Hour


Kiss For An Hour

There’s a red light falling
And her lips were moving,
Asked me to stop
What I was doing; – 2
*
Then she moves a little closer
And a chilled glass of beer,
She gave a big stare to me,
“Why all this pressure?”
*
All the sensations came alive.
She knew it was too much for me,
But she was in no mood to back away
On that day;
*
Now she pushed me in the corner,
Where you can’t see clear
Her hands were all over my hair,
She kissed me and didn’t stop until the next hour!
*
There’s a red light falling
And her lips were moving
Asked me to kiss now and never,
Then we kissed for an hour!
***

This is the 95th poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed nineteen days.

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Condolences


Condolences

She skimmed through a million pasts,

While watching the half moon at the seashore,

Near the heart thumping waves

Sitting quietly with a bit of melancholy, alone.

*

And when the sense of time was lost

She lifted herself towards the sea

Applauded him for the lifelong entertainment

Walked away with a feeling of glee!

***

This is the 94th poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed nineteen days.

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