A Burning Love

It's been so long and I'm dying to share something I recently wrote. Just few of my own opinions and words. This prose is never directed to spread hate and is just a debate against the motion of the topic I was given randomly so I thought to write and share.

'Men’s And Their Obsession Over Proving That Feminism Is Overrated And Should Not Exist'

Feminism, a word that comes from the French word féminisme and is now used worldwide in aspect to support economic, personal, and social equality among the genders. Now that we have attained the basic terminology to avoid disagreements in my words by the people who had gaslighted their little minds to believe that feminism disregards the rights of other genders, I would love to begin.

An anti-feminist tried to convince me that men are stronger. I told him that’s right, men’s are stronger especially in holding onto outdated ideas.

Decades are floating by like cumulus clouds in the sky yet I’m very ashamed to say that one specific gender has failed to develop and coordinate their perspective of females in a way other than degradation or misogyny. Whether it is ogling or eyeballing the women in skirts then making sexist jokes behind their back which they justify by calling it dark humor or being openly demeaning towards the women of society, men’s never fail to let us know the vile and utterly disgusting mindset they have towards the opposite gender.

The sheer audacity of males to claim feminism as unnecessary when just a moment later they go on social media to leave downgrading jokes on a women’s anatomy is downright laughable. All these centuries women’s fight for their rights and support campaigns just to come home to their son harassing girls online and making wretched and nauseating comments about girls his age.

Is that what we have evolved to after years of education and awareness? You say we don’t need feminism yet every women carry at least one weapon while going out on jobs or wherever. Men’s say we need them for our protection but answer me, protection from who? Exactly, men’s are the one creating a terrifying environment for women then they claim to be the one who will protect us. How outrageously ironic!

The rising harassment cases, domestic violence on women, less salary than the males working in same department and whatnot reasons are present that points towards the need of feminism yet they cannot come out of their little hateful world to acknowledge the truth and add to the support. We lecture our girls to not wander at night, not wear short clothes but why don’t we raise our voices on boys who whistle when a girl walks by or give them a tight slap when they make horrid comments about her clothes? Do we go blind or do we go deaf when such things happen? If not so then why don’t those men tell us if they have ever tried to restrict other guys or their sons like they restrict women’s. That’s right, they can’t because everyone knows the truth.

To all those anti-feminist who asks women to cover up to avoid harassment, I demand, WHO ARE YOU? and HOW DARE YOU? to tell us what we should wear or not. Maybe if they tried to grow some brain, pick their mind from gutter and learn to keep their filthy hands to themselves than girls don’t have to feel so unsafe while walking to home at night.

Every male who argues that feminism isn’t needed because women’s are placed below men and according to how the nature works they are just made to breed and they should do what nature has made them to do, I would love to enhance their knowledge about nature. When a male praying mantis mates with a female there are several cases when the female mantis bites the male mantis’s head off. Female anacondas also many times eat their males after mating because it provides them with nutrients. If women should go according to nature just like those anti-feminist says then they should also not question it if one day females decide to cook their husband or bite his head off. Look how ridiculous it sounds, just like the justification a misogynist provide for his/her actions.

If we look at the data available then we will come to realize how big of a role feminism has played in our society to help women. To disregard it is no better than fighting against women’s rights. The only right way to end my words here is by calmly and generously asking the male gender to acknowledge the efforts and benefit of feminism rather than stubbornly sticking to their hateful personality like a toddler.

Being Alive

So ruthlessly cold and empty,

These bedsheets mocking my sorrow.

Hearing every tick of the clock,

Reluctantly gazing at the mirror,

Seeing nothing but a wasted potential.

Strong is the urge to feel the life drain out of me,

Yet the dreams keep me awake.

All the thrill left to be experienced,

And all the cities left to be loved,

Leaves me wanting to see the life play out.

Setting the regrets on fire,

A toast to the feeling of being alive.

Let's get out and wander to a new country,

Dancing to the melodies we can't revive,

Singing the songs one never hears again in life.

Falling in love with strangers you see on the train

Knowing you'll never see them again.

Loving the cafes you know you'll never forget,

Turning the pages of a mysterious book,

In hurry, whose title you'll forget.

The Obsession

Sinking my teeth in, the warmth of his skin,

I'm haunting his nightmares, taunting his demons,

I'm the creature living in his closet,

The whispers when the light goes out,

I'm the demon in his mirrors, the insanity he's afraid of.

Candle light dinner with cherries and wine,

The food stays untouched, growing cold in night,

Cause he's the one I want in my plate,

The one I want to dissolve in my wine,

Take him like my schizophrenic pills.

Serve him in my plate like the prey caught,

To fulfill the craving of him that makes me crazy,

Rip him apart for me when he crawls to me,

When he's on his knees, ready to worship me,

Keep him in the glass case and lock it,

Keep him struck in the house of mirrors,

Where he will only come back to me.

You didn't even looked at me,

While I die to see you everyday.

I hate you, I hate you so much,

Yet I can't help but wait for you.

Your heart may belong to someone else,

But i wish for your soul to be mine.

You die to hear from her everyday,

While I rot in the wait for you to be mine.

I was never a human. I was just longing and melancholy that was shaped into one.

Choas of thoughts

Sitting alone in the dark brooding night

The party in full swing yet she's left out

The nicotine in her system

Along with dreams and hopes

But she's never satisfied

Now she can't hear her thoughts

Because in her head chaos is rooted

Turning to leave or to leap into desperation

But she's fine because she knows

She knows the sting of thorns of love

She knows her drugs

She knows her love

All the pills she is high on

All the nights she'd spent crying

She knows her addiction

She knows her desperation

So she is going back

Back to where she started of.

A Careless Mistake

Strolling too deep, wilted leaves under my feet

I wish to run, scream and hide,

Yet I wander like a lost soul

My footsteps so quiet yet I can hear it behind me

No use to turn, it'll be gone until I find it.

My eyes so dry, I'm holding back tears

Yet I cannot show it my weakness,

It loves the sweet taste of my fear

It is addicted to the scent I leave behind

I wish to skin myself alive.

Calling out to me, it mocks my bravery

I hate myself for running into it's territory

It won't let me go until I'm on my knees

Begging for mercy it will never lay out for me.

I'm falling too deep as it creeps towards me

I know it has caught me and I'll never be free

The prison awaits me, I'm nothing in it's domain

I'll never be grieved cause I'll never be found again.

Bury my bones when I die and let the tree grow over it. The branches will still shiver at the sound of your name.

If you were a puzzle piece and I was a square, I would ruin my edges just so we could fit together.

The girl in my dreams

Silk cascading down her arms,

Her sweet laughs like a prayer,

The mystery girl in my dreams,

Why don't you pull me in forever?

Eyes as deep as void, curls flowing in the midnight air,

She gives me a fickle stare,

Then disappears into the waves.

My heart you have taken, my mind bewitched,

Don't taunt me with your absence,

When you disappear without a trace.

I would let you drown me deep below,

If you promise to never let go,

The waves closing in, I would never protest,

For my heart was yours even before we met.