The Scepter of Your Passion

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When those eyes meet

When you were pink, those tiny eyelashes flickered. The world seemed like a forest and the waving symmetry represented the fluttering wings of a dragonfly. As soon as the sun set, the dragonfly lights itself up and so did you.

You looked up and down; a soft baby.

Time transformed you; from a nymphet to a belle and to a woman.

A woman; muscles within heart; carrying humungous amounts of slivers, attacking it from all the polish. What now was smooth is now rough. But you don’t let it show. Because you know, it’s better to keep those tiny wooden stakes stabbed to your heart, than to breathe out loud and puncture others’.

 

The moment when you look at me, I shy away

You meet him, her, it; a hermaphrodite; the male Aphrodite. Even though, you carry the earths on your shoulders like Atlas did, you happily receive the mercurial Venus and tend to bear its fruitful love. You fend of Nyx and give birth to Eros; a platonic son.

You’ve heard the tales, all of them. From afar, you can see Hercules nearing you. Although, you let Hercules carry your weights, but this time around, the grand escape is not THE prize, it’s a sorrow.

For a few seconds you let him take your world, you wept. You grab your duty; your right onto your shoulders again, but this time, it feels light. Alas! That thief plucked those golden apples from the orchard. You are weeping.

But you realize, history repeats. You’ll meet an Aphrodite and a Hercules again. You’ll go through the grief again.

Therefore, even if that is for an instant; the moment you look at me, you realize that the apples are bobbing.

And when those eyes meet, you’d realize the demigod is coming.

The Sailor and the Sea Nymphet

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Looking outside, I do nothing but repent

 

One glance, one dreadful glance was enough for the voluptuous beauty. The walls crumbled down; Lord and Satan made love. Alas! The sudden affection couldn’t last long. Her turmoil made it impossible to forget him. In the tussle between the fleeting happiness of the future and the unforgivable past of emptiness, she sat still till she DIED.

MOTIVATION: All of a sudden, I had a few flashbacks as to what transpired these past few weeks, and this aided me in getting in touch with my vulnerable side.

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Calling My Pride

I sit there looking funny, supporting other funny people.

PRIDE

The word that is associated with LGBTQ.

What does pride mean to me?

What does pride mean to the other non-LGBTQ members?

Isn’t being a hippie or a punk or a member of a minority subculture demands a PRIDE?

When I look into a dictionary, the only definition that satisfies me and doesn’t play with my mind is that of having a sense of positive ego, a healthy sense of narcissism.

PRIDE deals with gender identities and sexuality and the difference between the supposedly normal world and the queer world. 

Why should everyone be indulged in PRIDE?

You can say you are unique. But you are not. You are just a brick in the wall and you will always be that brick. Even if you are a famous actor, a musician or a soccer player, you still fall within a subculture. You are still surrounded by the people, who do the same job as you.

The difference stems in the popularity of a subculture or a group.

If you are from the subculture whose residents comprise of famous singers, you are more prone to enjoy fame.

But, unfortunately {not really}, if you belong to a minority subculture, you are shunned down, looked down upon.

So, it becomes hard for us {yes, I am a writer of the tribe}, to live a normal life. And that is why; PRIDE is an essential and important way to protest, to interact, to show.

And that is what pride is about.

PRIDE shouldn’t be devoured by them. Instead, this must be a time of the year, where different minorities who have faced prejudice; who are constantly fighting for their pride; who have been still even sustaining the torrents of bullying and violence.

PRIDE is a celebration of different, awkward, queer and not particularly LGBTQ. Pride shouldn’t only be about them, but also about the ‘looked down upon’ subculture.