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Poem: The Sacredness of Fucking

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1.15 PM. February 8, 1965. A boy and a girl, unmindful of the sun, Sought some private moments on A lonely pier stretching into the Arabian Sea. An entwining of limbs, heavy breathing, a cry And millions of enterprising sperms were swimming Upstream in a mixture of viscous fluids. Some minutes or hours later, A hard-working little fellow Impregnated a singularly fortunate egg And I came into existence. From being a nothing, a nobody, I became a somebody. The rest of those millions of sperms… Each of whom could equally have become A little boy or a girl Were doomed at this exalted moment To be flushed down the drains With so much urine. So were these sacred moments or profane ones? Moments of creation or destruction? Were they beautiful or ugly? Were they sublime or smelly? Did my dad talk dirty? Did mom's cries of pleasure Disturb the sea gulls Or cause an unseen fisherman to hurry To meet his own beloved? To th...

Poem: The Sacredness of Profanity

1.15 PM. February 8, 1965. A boy and a girl, unmindful of the sun, Sought some private moments on A lonely pier stretching into the Arabian Sea. An entwining of limbs, heavy breathing, a cry And millions of enterprising sperms were swimming Upstream in a mixture of viscous fluids. Some minutes or hours later, A hard-working little fellow Impregnated a singularly fortunate egg And I came into existence. From being a nothing, a nobody, I became a somebody. The rest of those millions of sperms… Each of whom could equally have become A little boy or a girl Were doomed at this exalted moment To be flushed down the drains With so much urine. So were these sacred moments or profane ones? Moments of creation or destruction? Were they beautiful or ugly? Were they sublime or smelly? Did my dad talk dirty? Did mom's cries of pleasure Disturb the sea...

My thoughts: The Whore Who Accepts & Embraces

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A woman’s love is essentially an accepting, embracing love. A man’s love is basically a puny, thrusting, grabbing sort .  This is of course a HUGE generalization, but please consider whether, at a deep archetypal level, this is true. I sincerely believe this is so. Allow me to elaborate.There are male and female principles at work in the world, and what I said above defines these PRINCIPLES rather than ACTUAL PEOPLE at the level of love. In real life, all of us — both men and women — act from a combination of the male and the female principles. In matters of love, men are basically inclined to act in a “puny, thrusting, grabbing” manner, while the first instinct of women is to accept and embrace. However, men also have the female principle in varying degrees, enabling them to give a more long-lasting, gentle kind of love. On the other hand, women too have the male principle and are less giving, more grasping and more petty beca...

India's judiciary is sacred, but polluted, just like river Ganga

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Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high... Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake. -- Rabindranath Tagore Like  ·  Comment  ·  Share