Slinging scribbles

I be a man yet I say that, With sheer disgrace on my mankind When I say that, It’s just not me or you But chauvinistic men when I say that, Love women only for lust? How jejune when I say that; For ages compromising love for lust, Draining your fluid for the forceful fun Can’t you feel her pain when you fill your lust? Its foolish men when I say that What a coward piece of scribe When I write that; Can’t win her love yet play like a soldier; To what do you take your pride for? Is it even worthy enough to be severed by a brave sword? Pray, tell me you do feel shameless when I say that! I proclaim, am enough foolish, When I myself say that; For when I contemplate the unseen, My actions remain bleak. Though he, who writes and prays for all, Asks the providence for favor, for one for all; Do not make us foolish enough, Only to entertain our lust and desires! Love is what they ask and I pray for!  

Lives were always meant to be a part of change,the world believes in regardless of the soul who meekly surrendered to its needs.The life i put under the words went through the same;nothing new,yet written by few. "love is always innocent.it hardly goes beyond the pump of the heart,speaks what she likes with a closed heart!i experienced it!yes,yes i felt it.eyes talked their way out of the muttering masses.We cared for each other as if the world had come to a pause to take the note,learn a lesson or two from the soulmates,on how to love and being loved the same way.Emotions played a bigger role than the expectations from the actions.we dreamt of the shining stars that lit our way as we walked through the sunset with a breath that shared us with the bay!And i had this early love which i felt was the amazing walk of my life." The life i view now may put me under the scanner for the negativity i share with it.May happen that am described as the citizen of some obstinate conser...