Driven to wall
Good or bad, you have to be with what you have got.
A single spouse, no mistress, the law permits.
Red-lights are put out as AIDS threatened.
Flirting is futile as women learnt to be cunning.
Past is with bygone philandering. Pride taboos women.
Images in celluloid and in pornographic pictures
Serve as sexual stimuli, masturbation as the only outlet.
25.12.2000, Pmdi.
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The insecure one is more suspicious
He has got flirting with women of all age
Right from his schooling till post retiring.
Episodes are many; some short lived,
Some intense, a few lasting and one or two
Not dying and all refreshing his memories.
There were many well-aimed shots,
But, to his dismay, even penalty shots failed.
They all had good goal keepers in fear.
But he still prefers to suspect his spouse,
Who too must have a good goal keeper.
Women are suspects to men
Than vice versa.
03.10.2000, Palasa
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Love is not threatened by lust.
He, who is after other women,
Is still not averse to his woman
He, who loves his wife,
Is still interested in other women.
Pleasure and affection are different.
Kannakhi never felt threatened
By Madhavi’s love to her husband.
Wife! Give him some loose end.
He will return to amend.
15.12.2000, Pmdi
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Give allowance to vigilance
The one who was uxorious,
might, nevertheless, have a mistress,
as infidelity is not disloyalty.
Loyalty and infidelity
are not to be confused with each other.
Ergo, you men and women,
never ever demand your spouses
about the truth of their affairs.
24.12.2000, Pmdi
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Dependence gives attachment
Fragile, coy, shy and timid were once women.
They were vines, clinging to supporting men.
Sturdy, erect, brave and bold are now women.
Men and women grow erect, clinging withdrawn.
31.12.2000, Pmdi
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To cut ages, be with other sex
An eye for woman connects a man’s sexual glands.
When glands dry, feelings for women and sex dry.
To keep it alive, you be to charm the blondes
And in their arousal, your glands are squeezed.
25.12.2000, Pmdi
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Lust is life
As a youth, you have enough flare
To draw women and be drawn to them.
Past forty, you gain much flair
To seek women than being sought.
Past sixty, you regain much flair
To corner women but get no response..
You end as a voyeur in the end.
With that your worldly pleasure ends.
19.02.2000, Palakkad
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Women victims
Men might offer helps to women,
Triggered by sexual impulses
And women may accept from them
With little sexual impulses.
A warm friendship might develop
To purr both horses to gallop.
Enough, a sexual scandal breaks,
Spreads fast and gets seasoned like wine
To intoxicate men recipients.
Women victims are in abundance.
10.10.2008
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Woman to a new height
Women are on march-
Away from you-
To a new height
From where to slight you.
They want onlookers,
Not any consumers.
They want sex in sight,
Not in bed at night.
‘To offer is to lose grace’
Is the trend setting in.
Only flirting is the show.
Masturbation is the recourse.
28.04.2002, pakd
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Women who love women are Lesbians. Men, because they can only think of women in sexual terms, define Lesbian as sex between women.
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Fruitless blossom
There were women at different ages
At different stages, with different shades,
Responsible for my springs and blossoms.
They remained as blossoms and withered.
Trees send blossoms in every spring and
Fruits later, though less in proportion.
Women of mine gave me only blossoms
Which fed my nose and left my stomach.
19.12.2000, Pmdi
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Sad Women.
Sad women always get up
to make breakfast for their children,
To tell him, ''have a nice day''
Sad women go to work and always do their best,
they make lunch and always sit last,
Sad women buy groceries on the way home,
make phone calls to hear someone's voice,
they are faithful to their promises,
Sad women take upon other's grief
Sad women comfort others and say
''everything will be okay'',
they don't let their sadness to come out,
Sad women don't have time to be sad,
Sad women cry when lights go out..
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Callous women folk
Hundreds and hundreds of women
Were on the way, on who you set your eyes.
hundreds and hundreds of men
might set on them their eyes.
Women grow immune to men
and undermine them altogether,
with delight in men’s plethora.
Light attracting swam! Woman is callous.
25.12.2000, Pmdi
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An easy outlet
Is it because I am a Montague
And that you are a Capulet
That we seek for an outlet?
Is it because we find in each other
What we longed for
That we pull each other?
Is it because it is a mirage
To us, who are in cages
That we look for a vantage?
Is it because I came to the stage,
Volley away from your age
That we are in safe passage?
Is it because we are in stress
To stray away from monotony
That we strike a harmony?
Whatsoever it may be,
We find in our love rhythm.
That give us due rhymes
Should we plug a harmless outlet?
11.11.2000, Pmdi
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Woman’s beauty nonplusing
The beauty of women is a deadly, lethal weapon.
No sages, no emperors were spared.
Meneka sent Biswamitra insane.
Tomb of Begum Mumtaj is the world wonder.
War was bought on Chittoor Rani Padmini.
Rani Gayatri Devi of Jaipur swayed by her beauty.
Marlin Manro, Shophia Loron, countless women
Stood by their beauties and made havoc on men.
To beautify Indian women, were prescribed sola [sixteen]singara.
Bindi- on forehead to point out the third eye.
Necklace- to bring to view neck down.
Eardrops- to tantalize the viewers.
Flowers- to contrast the hue of the hair.
Bangles- to demand a hold of the hand.
Armlet- to invite an embrace.
Ring- to invite to clasp.
Waistband- to narrow the waist.
Anklet- to vibrate lustful sound.
Kohl- to catch the eyes by the eyes.
Toe-ring- to make one look from below.
Henna- to take to one’s lips.
Atter- to retain the embrace.
Turmeric paste- to velvetize the skin.
Upper garment- to contour the breast.
Lower garment- to project the belly.
Notable absence is the nose-stud,
the great sexual stimulant.
Modern women dispensed with them all
Save skimpy clothes,
Which we have learnt to be stimulated by.
24.12.2000, Pmdi
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A women
Women is
Mother...
Women is
sister...
Women is
Gran maa...
women is
Friend....
Women is
Family...
Women is
Nation...
Women is
World....
Women is
Power of univers...
Univers Also
Power of women...
Women is not only
Women...
A women is
Homeable gods...
A women is
Loveable goodes...
With goodness...
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Empowerment of women
How can we arm the one who is already armed?
How can women empower themselves,
while already in power?
Her flesh is the ground and her love, the goal.
Every man’s aim is to play and earn her, the goal.
Her sex rules men. She, the ruler, makes men slave.
Battles were won and lost by men over women.
Men were dead for the women and by the women.
Women know they are rulers and men are cringers
Women are the cause of tussle; else peace will rule.
Sexuality and hedonism betoken woman’s power.
‘Still more’ means like arming elephants
with larger eyes.
01.05.2001, Pmdi
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Women
Women behind bars, women in fast cars, women in distress, women with no dress
Women in airplanes, women who play games
Women in uniform, see that woman with her clothes gone
Women who satisfy, women you cant buy
Like women in magazines, and women in a limousine
Women who sip champagne, women who feel no pain
Women in a disco, and women who dont wanna know, no no
Oh, women wanting sympathy, women feeling extacy
Women who live in fantasies, bringing man to his knees
Women who boil to love, women who need a shove
Women who cant be beat, get that woman in the back seat, yeah yeah
Women in the usa, those women steal your heart away
Women into rock n roll, women who steal the show, go go go
Women that you write songs about, women that turn around and kick you out
Women you dream about all your life
Women that stab you in the back with a switchblade knife
Oh women, oohoo, talking bout women, all round the world
Yeah women, all the naughty girls, talking bout women, come on baby
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The sexual strangeness
Men have to be self-sexual
As women deny them access.
Why must women be self- sexual
As men are ready at their door?
08.01.2006
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Attraction is something deeper
Temples were built by the mighty,
Some with golden towers,
Some with golden domes,
And some with golden podiums
To lure and summon.
Amarnath is a stone of a cave,
With no ornaments, no pavements
And yet attracts braving crowds
Much against all its odds,
For its sway of power.
There are women, very common,
With no ornaments to adorn,
Whom men throng for their bounty
As against women for their beauty
5.11.2000, Pmdi
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Without women
Today a daughter and a princess
Tomorrow a mother or a mistress
Up! Up! Up! Women
Stop! Stop! Stop! Women
Perhaps true, perhaps true
Women are amazing creatures
Moulded with dazzling features
Women are an object of mystery
Have their own place in history
Women are great
They make the best dates
Except when they turn up very late
Without women
What will become of us?
No more noises on the bus
No one to make all the fuss
Without women
What will become of men?
Who will teach them,
How to behave and learn?
Women are the spicy ingredient of romance
Women are the juicy parent of importance
Women are a heavenly treasure
The epitome of human pleasure
Up! Up! Up! Women
Stop! Stop! Stop! Women
Perhaps true, perhaps true
Without women
Would this earth have survived?
Without women
Imagine how many will feel deprived
Women are simply delicious
Beware they can be serious
Especially when suspicious
And turn to Mrs Vicious
Women are priceless
Without women
Life will be without spice
Simply lifeless
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