Pursuit is in vain
Guilt is her guard.
Qualm is her ward.
Shame is her watch.
Fellow women are a threat.
Repercussion is a sword.
Above all self esteem is a dog.
Neither privacy, nor proximity,
Nor secrecy can help man rob
A woman’s body in his pursuit.
25.08.2006
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The hard nut to crack
Guilt, fear, qualm and shame
Took leave from modern woman
From standing against her modesty.
Notwithstanding proximity,
Secrecy, and independence,
Her self-esteem has taken that place.
She has become a hard nut to crack
Though soaked in free water overnight.
09.01.2007
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Shame must be supreme
Repercussion might threaten you.
Guilt and qualm might forbid you.
Self esteem might block you.
It is shame that bridles you
From committing adultery.
Shame must be supreme in a society.
05.06.2010
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A woman’s peril
A woman lives against her will
And kills most of her thrills.
Guilt, shame, repercussion and self esteem.
Would stand against her thrills.
24.07.2006
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Woman’s resoluteness
Guilt, qualm, shame, stigma or repercussion:
None of them will weigh with a woman as much
As her feelings that she is not that cheep
And that let him not snatch her that easy,
When she refuses to yield corporally
Even to the man of his choice outside.
20.12.2007
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At least once
In spite of proximity, affinity,
Vulnerability, liberality,
And secrecy, a woman still eludes
Evades and escapes from a man’s embrace.
Shame is a dog that guards her.
Who hasn’t suspected his wife at least once?
11.03.2006
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The self esteem
No longer stays the guilt.
No longer sticks the qualm.
No longer sits the shyness.
Shame too has lost its shine.
Yet modern women
Are inaccessible to men.
It is their self esteem
That stands in the way.
05.04.2007
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To slip is not easy
As a guest I had been to her,
Who is a widow, living single,
With all paraphernalia.
Absolute privacy and sure secrecy.
Nothing happened in three hours,
Notwithstanding her guilt complex
At low ebb, from her advanced age.
Adultery is not that much easy.
Women aren’t that much yielding
27.02.2000, Palakkad
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Cheap and used
Not a widow, nor a divorcee,
Neither a virgin nor a princess,
Neither an estranged nor a sidelined,
Neither one on revenge nor one sporting,
A woman still refuses to sleep
With the man she is interested in,
In spite of proximity, intimacy,
Secrecy, opportunity and drives,
Not from quilt, nor from qualms,
Not from fear nor from shame
But from the innate feeling
That by that she would put herself
As a cheap and used one..
29.04.2007
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Woman, a stored lust
.
Two men when in chat more often than not refer
To a woman of their interest. No shame.
Two women when in gossip never refer
To a man of their interest. Full of shame.
Qualm seals the libido.
20.01.2000, Palakkad
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The value of morals
I know it is bad to tell lies
Yet I do as a face saving.
I resolve to bridle my tongue
Yet I let it go in right time.
I know it is a shame to steal
Yet I do if undetectable.
I vow I should not take revenge
But do so as to heal the wound.
I ought to burn the jealousy
But find it the fire that ignites.
I have learnt I must be honest
But practise when convenient.
I shall eschew all sins of sex
As long as I have no access.
I have guilt about adultery
But fall a prey to proximity.
What is the use of morals learnt
As they are slaves of instincts?
20.06.2006
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The Richness Of The Culture
Shame is strong where self-esteem is high.
Guilt is deep where conscience is sound.
Shames and guilt bridle one from doing wrong.
They define the richness of the culture.
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Innocent victims
Girls by large fall victims of
Predatory sexual attention
Crafted by a teacher, coach,
The boss or an uncle from
Proximity, sanctioned affinity,
Guarded secrecy on one hand
and girl’s curiosity and her vulnerability
on the other hand, And since then
They have been carrying
The guilt of their impulsive acts.
28.01.2007
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Suspecting is inborn
In spite of intimacy,
In spite of privacy,
And in spite of secrecy,
No woman of repute
Budged an inch to my wish.
Yet, I am beset with doubts
When my woman is closeted
With men acquaintances.
23.05.2005
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Look at the heart not the body.
We need to look at the heart of a woman not the body of a woman. As men we look at the body and think about sex. it is not right. we shouldn't look at a women because she have a sexy body and want to hit it. women have feeling to. we shouldn't treat women as sexy toys. we should love a woman because her heart is good. let's treat women with respect and love her for the right reasons, not for our own satifaction. look at the heart of a woman and see how her heart is. let us men stop being hoes and start treating woman right. so remember look at the heart of a woman not the body of a woman.
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A woman is of complicity.
A woman can forgive you
For the advances you made.
She cannot forgive you
For the embarrassment you caused.
A woman can forget you
For the sacrifices you made.
She cannot forgive you
For the secrecy you let out.
A woman cannot admit
The affairs she had.
She is ready to reveal
The rejections she made.
A woman is of complicity.
A man is of simplicity.
03.11.2006
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Woman’s betrayal
Any woman will betray her illicit lover
As and when the secrecy is under threat.
It is man’s foolishness to expect otherwise.
25.05.2007
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When is sex more interesting.?
Stripping of the clothes against shyness,
Tearing of shyness against resistance
And raping modesty against pretence
Will make sex interesting to the pair,
Which a stranger gets from her woman
And which a man from a harlot is denied.
A paramour will be a step higher
In that he drives out woman’s guilt and qualm.
04.12.2010
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The surrogacy
Surrogacy has come to stay,
Shedding any shame of qualm.
Delegate women escape delivery.
Hired mothers gather money.
Ducks lay but don’t hatch eggs.
Hens, instead, do the job for ducks.
Ducklings grow attached to ducks,
With their genes and habits intact..
A woman can beget her child
Without pain of pregnancy,
Within or without marriage
And can remain like a virgin.
24.01.2011
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I know a woman
I know a woman
She will not bend or bow
She calls it liberation,
As against the sobriety expected from her species
A woman so loud and boisterous
Calling her hubby a fool in arrogance
Who would listen to no man or women like her
I know one, who fights in the street to the shame of her kind,
Avoided by decent watcher
I know a rude woman,
A presumptuous fellow,
A shameless talkative,
A street fighter,
A liar too
One on whose face there is an epitaph or calligraphy
Rude
Don’t go near her
I know the woman
A next-door neighbor
I know her by character
I care not for the name
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Another day to remember
That day is the day with rebound of joy.
She waited as I told, and had my call.
The same flavour was in her talk, I saw.
Her love hasn’t gone stale by time and space.
To love out of contest, one is contrite.
To leave any evidence, one is afraid.
The stage of guilt, she has passed.
The stage of qualm she is yet to pass.
Whether the qualm withers or not
Let the summer come to wilt it out.
30.09.2000, Madras
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