Eunuch

When I was born,
I did smile back,
To my weeping parents,
And somehow they just didn't smile back,
Perhaps I was unwanted,
Or maybe the time was wrong,
All my life I thought of that day,
How could life best day become horror for my parents?
I still think,
'Why didn't they smile back?'

I was then on abandoned,
Into a group of unknown faces,
I was left to go,
A half bosom lady tucked my towel,
And my mother just cried away,
Helplessly giving up,
While my father hugged her tight,
And gave strength to her helpless weakness,
I often think of who it was,
Who was helpless ?
I still think,
'Why didn't they stop them?'

So I am Eunuch they say,
I didn't know unless,
I had to beg for the reason itself,
And I was forced beyond my wishes,
To beg for something that I felt very natural,
So it was the first time I came to know,
Not being in 98% population made you strange and beg....
I still think,
'Was it that bad, that they couldn't smile ?'
'Was it that bad that they couldn't afford my ridicule ?'

It was not god who I blame,
Neither is it the society,
Not even my parents who brought me to this world,
And abandoned me,
But 'the thought that we are strange and not special'
Why are we judged from an organ
Which comes into importance in later life?
Why are we made to stay isolated,
When we don't spread anything like aids?
Are we less lovable,
Or our hearts less red?
Are we but not a gift of god,
Some of you can't take...........

Have you too thought like this?
Have you paid some of us because of sympathy,
Thank you for your help,
But we are cripples just because you so think....

-#BeingJudgementalOnEunuch

What must I say to 'Love' ?

It's been quiet some time,
Jaunty we have been out of contact,
And nevertheless his thoughts don't visit me much,
Sometimes they pierce me deep,
And let me not sleep,
Today is such a Day;

I happen to see his life,
From a paint brush I can conceive,
And yet it remains untold,
Unless I ask him,
The complete truth behind all this,
I don't know how,
But it is why I lose sleep;

Falling in love is a disdain deed,
I thought it was meant to be fun,
And I don't know how I landed this,
The despair before any sun,
Why are the days gloomily painted,
Why do I miss a stranger so fair;

In the distant land you must be,
In the arms of a golly woman,
My heart chides and cannot think,
Of anything as such,
And tears roll down to weary earth,
While I cry in melancholy;

There was no start,
There was no end,
I never said a word anyway,
But why couldn't you listen to the silence,
I might have been confused,
You could have assured me then;

A life of battle I always dealth,
I know it wasn't easy for you,
Everyone has their own pains,
But maybe today I needed you;

I know not how many more nights,
I shall cry in silent depths,
The loss of you shall remain unsaid,
Even if the waters of the ocean bury within,
There is no end to this water wept;

You cannot but have betrayed my eyes,
I love you so much,
You knew it well,
You could have made the statement first,
I needed to open y heart that's all;

I feared the fall,
And look at me today,
The worst that I thought has happened now,
I fell for you quiet unconscious,
And now I cannot regain,
The worst has happened yet again,
What I feared would be faith,
I lay below the open wide sky,
Hoping you would just pass by.....

Silence of 'TheMan'

Sometimes we just concentrate on the strength behind a Woman's Silent, However a Man's silence is shunned and not thought to be manly. Is that what we have learnt? Is that what being modern stamps on us? Maybe not, it's just that we haven't thought much about it, mostly because of social and political reasons.

A Man beyond the normal self can actually be very sensual and emotional, often described by women as 'cute' . The fact is that men have been proven to be bad at tackling emotional stress while they rule #FIFA kick counts.It's such so simple that maths is not really what emotion is. And their brain fails in that. We are thus made to balance out the odds of nature, each one of us.

When A Man looks down, not at you, what does that mean. I think he's scared, like you and I are when we think of a future with someone. We think before anything, 'Is this the guy of my dreams, and if so , is this true? Is he only wanting to bed me? Is he even being serious? Is he True/Honest? Is this worth the risk?' . Now I call that A Man. Usually men are potrayed as the killer boys who will have casual fun, leave you wrecked and he's gone because you know he was the killer boy. Food for thought, whatever is potrayed is not always the best facts-infact are #NoFacts. A Man thinks, swears and once he has given his soul, he has.

True Virtues of A Man-

• honesty
• possessive (just a little not psychopath)
• thinker
• intelligent ( this is common for women)
• decider(common)
• RESPONSIBLE ( highly lacked and wrongly potrayed)

Your most welcome, if you want to add anymore, please comment and I'll get them added.

A Man's love is not flimsy, it is pure,gentle and very strong. Think of how a father loves his daughter-like a flower petal or something most precious and delicate. The difference between a father's and a husband's love is the freedom of expression. Father's can be overprotective while your husband/bf has the freedom to walk the danger with you and let you be yourself. 

A Man's eyes

- I once knew a man, so heart of the party, the typical killer boy possibly. But I didn't think that way because his eyes spoke, he didn't want to rush into a relation and truly spoken he's the guy I'd say 'I Thought You'd Never Ask' . I actually appreciate A Man's shyness, it is not only sexy, it is a virtue of his thinking self, his commitment, his serious thoughts that he spares you. And having a relation as deep as this can be a blessing really specially in a #VirtualWorld like this.

That's Personal

-He's still not told anything. Sometimes I feel, it was all in my mind, however I cannot ignore my #WomanSixthSense . I think he has a girlfriend, not sure though, saw a pic. Was thinking of reviving contact but this pic was not quite the catalyst! Now I hope he was a little less shy really.

So what is your man like? Do you think shy guys can be some of the most alluring Or Unmanly? Share your thoughts in the comments below, tell us what you feel.

 

Look me in the eye

Music - 3 (MusicMania by PriyaaniVaani) #TheUltimateBreakUpSong



Lyrics-

When the tears had washed away,
When the storm had passed,
When I was learning to walk again,
You come again to bring wrath?

Was it not enough,
To see me cry in agony?
To leave me after you had used,
Of whatever use I could be?

You had said it very easily,
"My dear it was meant for fun",
Cause you had never been so serious,
And thought it to be OldSchool!

Then don't knock my door again,

For my ears are deaf,
And heart numb,
I cannot be anything,
But a living being for the ones I love;

If you think,
You can do it again,
Miserable like last time,
Your right,
You can,
Because my heart still burns,
And I find no wrong;

So I won't let you in,
For I owe you this,
Some respect for me,
And a heart that has been so strong!

Look me in the eye again,
You seem to be baffled by that,
No matter what it is today,
The door must remain shut,
For I cannot survive so much;

-StrongHeartBattlingBreakup

blindfold..

In my hands,
The feeling stays still,
The way your hair felt,
The smell that it had;

Soft sweet odour of sweat,
Mixed with your cologne,
The way you moved,
Holding my hips,
With the song,
And I was blindfolded all the time;

Your smile,The dimple,
Your touch,Your grip
That caused a tingling ,
All of it,
While I remained Blindfolded;

Your husk jacket,
And cream leather,
The warmth I felt,
Into your arms,
So flexible, so easy,
Like you moved me like a toy,
And all this while I was Blindfolded,
Yet I had not 'fear';

But today I lay lonely on my bed,
And think of those days,
When we danced together on the sets,
How I always knew your thoughts,
Even when I was Blindfolded;

Just one thing,
My eyes had missed,
That you had never opened your eyes,
Had never noticed me stare,
Into the deep oceans of your lair,
And blindfolded you remained,
While you landed a purpose,
To marry a girl who looked at you not,
And then the struggle started and left,
Between the trio of ourselves,
Who was Blindfolded left?  

So, we all jump for the 'Leap of Faith' , but there is just one who can catch.......

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What the eye speaks

It is intense, dark and deep,
Into which I lose the words
That I often try to reap,
I try but cannot match,
The truth in those eyes that speak!

Girl, O Girl,
Please listen to me,
I wish my eyes could speak like yours,
Into the water they need not go,
For me to find a heaven in store,
I try but cannot match,
The innocence in those eyes that speak!

Let me hold your curls today,
Not as a friend,
But a lasting grey,
Let me be the man,
To grow old,
Under your watchful eyes,
I try but cannot match,
The perception in those eyes that speak!

And yet I beseech,
A life full of expectation,
I wish to be by your side,
Will you let my eyes tell your speech,
For today I must stop you from,
Leaving the lonely man behind,
For today I must not shy,
Or life will remain a shame to chance,
I try to match and have been able to,
The courage I owe to my love
In those eyes that speak!

You are copy cats!

While in random thoughts,
And plentiful discussions,
I ran into an argument with what we are?

Strange as it is,
My fellow opposition said 'We were copy cats and everything from how we sit or eat is copied'
I was out of logical words and decided this to be to perplex for immediate arguments. It is true.

We learn to walk by watching the others around us. Maybe is they walked in 4 legs, we'd do the same! We eat, sit and take a bath in the fashion we see our surroundings do it. However we are not total copycats, I think.

We choose the action and then decide which possible option of that will we adopt. Often in implicit ways, we decide to sit like an ape(our sibling) rather than the decent way(our parent). This is where we start differing and the multiple combinations available from the actions can never make one human like another.

In short our existence is defined by copying but not whole of it. What to copy is our sole reasoning. This makes us unique. Just food for thought i'd say. What do you think? Are you a copy cat?