O' Woman!

O. woman! though I trust you not on moral darts

Still I love you as resource of beauty and arts.

Though you stabbed my body and soul

I sighed but never cried you foul

As desirous, you are a flower of desires

Breeding seeds of authority of fires

To divide the world into parts

Still I love you as resource of beauty and arts.

O’ woman ! you let me play with your creams

When I was wandering in ruins of my dreams

You had cried as baby in my arms

Sipping your sobs, I found the world of charms

We played together building our homes in sands

Sands dried out like we remain no more friends

That was our schooling in mending of broken carts

Still I love you as resource of beauty and arts.

O’ woman! you taught me well with lists

Life is a game of dreams and grists

You gave me nothing but sorrows

Taking away my present

In exchange of hopes of ‘morrows

I hate you for your teachings parts by parts

Still I love you as resource of beauty and arts.

 

O’ woman! in memory, I find you deeply engraved

As my mother, mother of all those saved

From the coldness of worldly fuss

Forgetting all those builders of castles for us

You didn’t teach us to payback as marts

Still I love you as resource of beauty and arts.

Man and Woman Relationship

I love a woman like iris of my eye

She too loves me like a pie

And uses me for her help

In need of entertaining herself

I don't mind this way treated

For her wisdom being greeted

Still, we don't pull on well

For her desires go like spell

What goes wrong, I ponder

With me or with her, I wonder

Even mutual need and love fail

In keeping us happy together

Man and woman are said

To be antonyms of each other

Grammar books go on further

Keeping this deep into her mind

She behaves opposite to mine

When I become soft with concern

She responds being very stern

On my responding in her way stern

She gets soft and shows concern

On my revision getting soft again

She comes to her stern regain

This way, our love keeps cracking

Like blow hot, blow cold packing

We feel good on one day

Go allergic on the day next

Though I try to be my best

What she needs to know -

Man and woman are reflections

Of each other in mirror of life

To behave soft when I am soft

With right, be tough for me tough

That way, we can go together ripe

A long way on the passage of life

Else, my life is a hell without her

I wish to treat her as bird's feather

Soft and tender, way she is made

But keeps me on the edge of blade

What I expect from her

To be standing in front of me

When I look in a mirror

She be reflection of my mood

To be good when I feel good

Like children playing in a park

Tit for tat, reflections stark

Sound of Manhood

A man is incomplete

Without a compatible woman

Like the woman is null without a man

A man has nothing to do in life

Without a woman as his wife

Hence, manhood can be evaluated

Only in light of womanhood

Else, life remains thirsty for fire as wood  

A man is first of all

A dutiful son of his parents

Particularly, in his Mom's obedience

Provided, the Mom cares for the home

Sacrificing her own parental dome

Life of a man is primarily meant

To complement a woman's life

To procreate with a woman of worth

For celebration of life on the Earth

With all his emotional lust

Out of the World, keeping her first

Keeping her sacrosanct as his wife

To bring up a happy family with no strife

A man plays as father of his offspring

Particularly, his daughters dreaming

To bring them up to spring of life

Maintaining own dignity in eyes of his wife

This is his most emotional role

Wherein he wins in defeat for them

Like leaves and fruits get rooted by tree's stem

Kids be brought up successively upward

With respect to generations of ancestry

As contribution to human civilization

Of improved amnesty and eco-forestry

Pious most role for man is of brother

Particularly, for sisters and their dignity

To find, in return, their divine affinity

Brother-sister link gets lost in terms physical

Yet, they maintain their connection emotional

As humans evolved animals social

For society, man is the extension familial

For maturity emotional and strength physical

Here, the conduct of man is the most critical

Balancing individual freedom with discipline social

Respect Beauty to Obviate its Venom

Beauty is a divine gift of the Nature

Wherein the word 'divine' means -

'Given, no expectation in return'

It is that element of form and color

That pleases mind of the onlooker

We all appreciate it in colorful birds

In greenery and flowers of plants

In even many ferocious wild beasts

In vastness of rippled oceans

In grandeurs of mountain peaks

Most importantly in our women!

Physical beauty of form and color

Is used by we humans in two ways -

Tender harmless love for happiness

Or beastly lust for transient pleasure

Former classified as good conduct

While the latter is a bad conduct

From standards of human morality!

Since historical days of humanity

We have women of rare beauty

At all the places, at all the time

But only few proved true to love

Of eternal bliss and happy rhyme

Rest engulfing in the fire of lust

Allured by perishable wealth shine!

Being beautiful is not without malady

A woman can love only one man

Making life together a heavenly span

Or she lusts for pleasure in multiplicity

Morally destroying herself and others

Adding venom to the soul of humanity!  

We must know functions of beauty

Of improving quality of human look

Maintaining pious conduct as duty

For procreation of future citizens

Of improved look, character risen

It's not a commercial commodity

As perceives misguided humanity!

It is misused in business and politics

For gains of wealth and authority

While it's useful in homes and ethics

Humanity distorted its perception

Using women's beauty for exhibition

For entertainment and attraction!

Beautiful women need high respect

And utmost appreciation in homes

To feel honored for being beautiful

Else, they stray to find appreciation

And value outside of homes divine

Losing morality without being dutiful!

It's not fault of women but of men

Failing in duty as protective thorns

And respectful sexual gratification

Of delicate flowers women beautiful

Exposing them for invasions foreign

By outer thorns tearing their psyche

Making them immoral and lustful!

O' Nonsense Gods and their Agents Prime

O' nonsense gods and their agents prime

Have been cheating humans for long time

Misguiding them to have sickness n pains

Been against principles of natural gains -

Through honest work and mutual supports

Humanity can survive with respectful cords

Without bowing their heads to any crime

O' nonsense gods and their agents prime

I have come to understand nasty games -

Of births after births, prerecorded fates

Divine terrors of quakes, floods and sects

When we forget natural cause and effects

Of bowing human heads in worship ritual

Lower self-esteem and confidence actual

Challenge you in each field at all the time

O' nonsense gods and their agents prime

Theism and atheism are your dirty terms

World with no-god, people self-confident

Some idiots created religions carrying gods

Lower human values putting them in odds

We are Swastika believe in own existence

Why we be atheists to react theistic fence

We are the original, theists latter in time

O' nonsense gods and their agents prime!

Shameless you coward with no semen

Disease our dear and delicate women

Why don't you dare to attack my kind

Fear to get vanished from human mind

We love our women keep them happy

Idiots you, attract them talking crappy

Leave out your business and your crime

O' nonsense gods and their agents prime!

Once women get sick, unable to care kids

Their generations get sick in tits and bits

Never they understand the plot you hatch

Against humanity, through delicate catch

It's our duty to save n respect our women

For our generations being healthy n sane

Have taken undue advantage of sublime

O' nonsense gods and their agents prime!

I vow to vanish you, shifting human focus

Inspired from our greats Vishnu and Jesus

Who never said of gods and religious fable

Who never authored Brahmans and Bible

It's criminal minds, enemies of humanity

Who sowed seeds of of gods n religiosity

Let human spirit awake, stop your crime

O' nonsense gods and their agents prime!

Light of Womanhood

Light of Womanhood

Out of all the creations of the Nature

The superior-most is the womanhood

It's altogether a different issue -

That all those looking like women

Don't own the nature's hood

For her breeding and other sacrifices

Real womanhood deserves respect in all its aspects -

From worship to dedication, from cupidity to affection.

From providing command to its subjugation,

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To be pious and soft as her credence

Womanhood has the most fundamental assistance

Of emotional surges at all the times of her presence

These surges make her suffer very often

At the hands of humanity she brings into existence

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Womanhood obtains affection from the Earth

For evoking her procreative worth

In the most reverend role as mother

Encompassing all the values with no dearth

In this incomparable role of hers

She listens without anybody telling their needs

Sacrifices without anybody asking for her kind deeds

She cares for human values in an instinctive way

And guides the future humanity with her intuitional say

As mother, she is a bed of roses

Soft and fragrant, willing to get crushed

For providing comfort to others' woes

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The fire provides to womanhood with its attribute of energy

Making her embodiment of cupid love

She nurture manhood coupled like dove

Simply loving and being loving worth

Through this love, she procreates life

To continue it forever on the Earth

She provides her essential company to manhood

To enable him to feel the pulse of life

As his caregiver and loving wife

This is her most emotional role

Tedious yet fulfilling to her soul

She deserves preservation through love

From the man she is in love with

For continuing in this role forever

Like fire is preserved by humanity

For its use in future forever

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The most pious role of womanhood

Is that of a sister, elder or younger

Both ways, she is always willing to sacrifice

For the sake of any of her brother

For this role womanhood gets inspiration

From water for adapting to all situations

Keeping its cool even under provocation

She deserves protection from brothers

As her right of her sisterly ground

Like a plant in fluorescence

In a garden with thorny plants around

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The prettiest and all-encompassing

Role of womanhood is that of a daughter

Inspired by omnipresent air and space cluster

She embodies obedience to parents and all other elders

To serve them with her minute mite

To the best of her diligence and might

She is like a bud needing proper diet

And care to grow-up into womanhood

The future of womanhood lies

In the lap of daughters of the world

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Thus, the womanhood owns in her soul and spirit

All the five elements of Nature

To nurture the humanity on the Earth

Hence, in the lap of womanhood, lies the humanity's future

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Lover's Labor Lost

When I saw you for the first time, you were glittering with shine,

Like a sculpture framed nicely for the viewers to sign,

Lips artificially colored, dressed precious and fine.

But rhythm of life was missing, so were the curves in body-line.

Inside the dead wood, I realized the womanhood,

Touched you with loving eyes, smiled at you to up-rise,

Lo, the woman came alive

To walk with me hand-in-hand on the sands of time,

To sing the songs of love with embody of rhythm and rhyme.

Soon, passions got aroused for the love you never found,

I thought my work is done, on finding the good one

I wished to move along with control and discipline

With touches intellectual, virtual yet affect factual.

You could not understand me, nor the principles who were we.

Your passions made you drift, finding reasons to shift.

Thus was lover's labor lost, in the mud of worldly frost.

Yes, you are still a woman but only in symbol and form

In command of your life are just the worldly norm

Now, can't walk with you hand-in-hand on the sands of time,

To sing the songs of love with embody of rhythm and rhyme.