*Based on an old 55-word story on power, from my archives. Tell me if it’s an improvement.
I’m a sadist
in a masochistic land
You call me God,
you call me the Devil
Hurt me! Heal me!
Kill me! Spare me!
Nail me! Resurrect me!
Pain, your manna
Religion, your poison
All you need, all you demand
I hold out food, not to feed
But to induce insatiable hunger
the way you want
I am the provider,
the ultimate safety measure
Entertainment for your sole pleasure
There must have been as many women as men in the audience. The television was switched on an hour early, by my mother, not father. On Saturday night, the entire country, gender irrespective, celebrated India’s win of the World Cup 2011. Everyone on my Facebook and Twitter feeds was talking…
Maybe it isn’t a bad thing that men run the world. At least there are just two ways it can go – bad or worse.
You may want to feel needed,But that’s no reason to make me feel needy. It doesn’t say much about your masculinity,if it feels threatened by my independence. I’d rather be alonethan with someone who needs to change meI’d rather be alonethan be someone other than myself.
The water of indifferencewears away eventhe ragged cliffs of pain ~O~O~O~O~ Walls crumbleI watch the dust flyEven my anger cannot defy time ~O~O~O~O~ Pain was powerto create new life, afterThe bigger magic is that even that ends
They says poets are just plain horny and boys with guitars are just trying to get laid. Well..I am a poet. And I can write in goosebumps scattered across your skin, like Braille for the words-impaired. My language could lie in words all over your body. And making love to…
He’s not a bad person. He’s a law-abiding citizen, professional, family man. But he doesn’t think women have it worse. He still is a chauvinist.
