The body that glistens under the stars like the glassy sheen, The even skintone throughout her body, crystal clear and ultra clean, Like the masterpiece of an experienced sculptor she appears, Who's sculpted every inch of her figure burning millions of his years.
Each and every feature of her face seems to be phenomenal, Pillowy lips blending with all the tints and shades, looking perfectly natural. Almond - shaped eyes reflecting the depth of enormous Pacific ocean, The heart-shaped face bearing the 'Greek nose', carved with great perfection.
Lustrous and bouncy hair with a good length and volume, She looks remarkable everytime, whatever be the get-up or costume, Heavy bridal gowns she's made to wear for advertisements and auctions, Those uncomfortable revealing dresses she puts for designers' promotions.
Be it heels or flats, she ramp walks on each footwear with great balance, Survives the ugly moments of 'Casting Couch' to fetch a chance to prove her excellence, Those heavy jewellery and accessories she flaunts with such finesse, Those tears are never allowed to cross the lines of kohl, her smile cloisters all the mess.
Gets showered down those multiple layers of harmful cosmetics she wears, Attires being a burden either on her body or soul get pulled off, all day that she bears, The charm of her face and body which girls wish to own, for which they fall, Is just like the bubble of illusion, the shower & mirrors of her bathroom know it all.
We are like four corners of a quadrilateral, right - angled, Me, my pen, my diary and my poems, all four of us are closely tangled, I am addicted to framing poems and I can proudly say, My addiction is my meditation, beneficial in the most constructive way.
My chessboard consists of twenty-six chess pieces, With whom I play and battle to create rhythmic verses, Dark and bright shades of nature, I unleash and glorify in rhymical style, I lay my inky petals of honour and praise, being a crazy logophile.
The tender skin of my pages, the nib of my pen caresses, Love in any of it's purest forms, when it comes across or witnesses, Concepts and facts, the masses are less aware about, I squiggle them down to rupture the ignorance, my words silently shout.
Every minute detail of life makes me muse upon, Be it the present phase, era yet to emerge or the period bygone, My words turn sharper than a sword coated with piquant euphemism, To prod & awaken the humans frozen beneath the sheets of brutalism.
Dark themes pull out the best in me and enhance my writing ability, Pertaining to the sins & crime pathetic shades of humans and humanity, I feel urged to write an ode, biography or a dedication to mortals and immortals, Also pieces with deep emotions, lessons of life and great values and morals.
When I am being challenged by writing communities to quote poems on the topics given, With strong rivals to be dealt with & the desire to pull off the bottle - neck competition, I just can't resist myself from writing, no matter the battle is lost or won, Every time I write a poem with all my energies converged, I find my new version.
Blind beliefs are like fake wealth we ingnorantly inherit, From our ancestors, who foregrounded practices, illicit, For the sake of safeguarding hollowed traditions and culture, Humanity gets hung till death, humans get burnt on the pyres of sheer torture.
I wonder how blind beliefs have been able to progress, From the era of darkness to the epoch of modernness, It's we, double - faced people, judge for others, lawyers for ourselves when guilty, Propagating toxic beliefs eroding the very fabric of our society.
A practice to sacrifice somebody else's children, In order to treat the womb of a woman, infertile and barren, Just on the suggestions of some corrupt saint, Who has no God, no religion, whose humanity's faint.
The pious fire to free the soul of a person, at his decease, Swallowing his widow, orphaning their children with such ease, If at all, she's been granted the permission to stay alive as a widow, There's a whole constitution set by a few sick -heads, she's ought to follow.
Another most practiced blind -faith we need to deal at this very point of time, A natural phenomenon of periods is being treated as a awful crime, But the male child born who dwelled in that impure blood throughout the pregnancy, In his mother's womb, gets welcomed by all with great ardour, height of hypocrisy!
Let's burn these blind beliefs in the fire of Sati and like systems, Let's sacrifice patriarchy hiding behind such out - dated customs, Let's pledge to rescue our society from such practices, toxic and tragic, Blind beliefs be dumped into blind pits, we'd walk on the lit paths of science and logic.
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what happened to the subtleness, sweet little words that last a lifetime? has that all gone to waste or are we too accepting of mediocracy? I lie here alone, pondering the state of being— either I'm too mean or chivalry is nonexistent— when's the last time you've heard: would you like to go out to eat, to the movies, or anywhere other than a pull-up? why is it that men expect women to swoon at their wants? no decent conversations, empty "what you doing" and ''when can I see you's", are now romantic, but call it what it is a meaningless fling.
We are those impatient human race, Who want everything at a faster pace. We are that greedy mind making profits, who have been blessed with natural gifts by mother nature who always cares for us, But what have we done? We are those nasty minds, Who in return gave her poisonous gases, And filled her place with tons of choking plastics. We are those travellers, exploring the interstellar. But difficult to go and meet our immediate neighbour. We are so obsessed with KFC and McDonalds, But ignoring the foods produced by toiling farmers. We are those who designed machines and robots, But ended up overdependent on them and becoming lazy minds. Our love and emotions are expressed through emojis, Lurking in our electronic gadgets. We are those dumb people stuck in our phones, But not aware of what's going on in the surroundings. We have replaced many things with smartphones, But failed to replace the dirty and unsustainable lifestyles. Where are we heading? To the world of better future? Or still thinking about profits and achievements? Please write your views
atheist_by_mind@aditi_bhandari aapko kisne kaha ki main staring ka support karta hu, main staring aur chhote kapde dono ka ek sath virodh karta hu, ya ek sath support Kyunki aapko lagta hain ki staring ko support karne se staring molestation mein badal jayega To mujhe bhi lagta hain yadi main aaj exposing clothes ko support karta hu to aane wale time mein ye ladkiya social media par bina kapde ke ghumengi, aur yehi cheez dheere dheere real life mein bhi wo apna lengi, Aur main aisa bilkul nahi chahta, isliye main iska virodh karta hu, chahe mere is virodh se kisi ko ghanta fark pade ya na pade, main hamesha karta rahunga That's it.
aditi_bhandari@atheist_by_mind ok as u wish cuzzz i have tried my level best..... aur ladkiya khass kr india ki ladkiyo ko pta h ki kya pehna chaheye aur kya nhi...... so i m still like jo jise pehna h pehne.... but there r some private parts that need to be covered n i think they r covering them now..... future ka i don't knw.... but itni smjh to h ki bina kapde ke nhi ghumege
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