Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "consent"

There is no short dress, only short sight,
No obscene outfit, only eyes of obscenity.
The world is no man’s family heirloom,
That it should be cherished by the men only.
Instead of restricting a girl’s right to expression,
Teach boys, short dress isn’t a sign of consent.
If women cannot walk around freely as men do,
Better sentence all men to lifetime imprisonment.
Let all girls hear it loud, wear what you like to wear,
Walk around naked if that’s what you really want.
And when an animal makes unwanted advances,
Activate your knee ‘n crush their beloved balls to pulp.
Girls don’t need protecting, they ain’t fragile showpiece.
Let’s just raise boys as decent humans, not entitled bullies.

Onun için cennet ol, cehennem değil.
Vicdanlı bir adam ol, hayvan değil.
Sé una bendición para ella, no una maldición.
Onun yaralarına ilacı ol, tuz değil.

Be her paradise, not prison.
Be her man, not master.
Be a miracle to her maladies.
Be her crown, not custard.

There is no alpha male and beta male,
There is only man and baboon.
Decency defines a man’s character,
Not the virility of his heirloom.

Partner on the streets,
Slave between the sheets,
That’s what a real man is.
Undaunted in danger,
Uncompromising in calamity,
That’s what a real human is.

Love is nothing to be ashamed of,
if there is no filth in your heart.
If your heart is pure and chaste,
you have no reason to be shy or scared.

Shame and fear are mark of filth,
heart without blemish is icon of honor.
Basic flaws are part of everyday life,
but perversion isn’t a flaw, it’s dishonor.

I’ve never looked at a person with
filth, unless permitted otherwise.
It’s consent and context that
distinguish fondness from filth.

Lovers ablaze are resident of Nazmahal*,
perverts have no place in *palace-of-grace.
Honor is in the eye of the beholder,
without which all mind is disgrace.

Way to a woman’s heart is through
her eyes, not between her legs.
All of her is holy site, to wander
unwelcome even with eyes is sickness.

First be her sanctuary, her safe haven,
then be the filthiest beast you can be.
Slave to her kinks between the sheets,
and in society be her shameless shield.

Anybody can stay the night,
takes backbone to stay the life.
Penetration of flesh is animal affair,
human miracle is to touch the mind.

Boys be Men! Lift your brain above your belt.
In monsoon be her brolly, in drought be her rain.

She is not a territory to conquer,
she is a temple that grants
entry only through trust,
even the gaze must be earned.

I’ll never get down on one knee,
if I do, I’ll get down on both knees –
absolute surrender, nothing left out.

I don’t wanna be a tourist, a passing fling,
I am a pilgrim to your love, to your life,
and at times when you permit, to your body.

By default all women are my sisters,
I may make an exception if I lose my heart,
even then my conscience wouldn’t allow filth,
till I’ve earned her unwavering trust.