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Ashwin Kumar Mar 2024
You are an amazing writer
And one hell of a character
I love the way you think
In your armour, are there no chinks
Precisely do you know how to attract readers
In your world, there ain't no order!
Thou art the mistress of chaos
To your writings, if people are averse
Then it is their loss
Because you are an absolute diamond
And for you, never does learning end!!

You are an amazing writer
And a stellar storyteller
You always call a ***** a *****
By rules, you do not abide
When you are angry
We all are angry
Because we cannot stand injustice
And you yourself are Lady Justice!!

You are an amazing writer
Sure, you do have your share of haters
But that only serves to underscore the sheer impact you produce
Truly, art thou a natural force!!
Smashing the Brahminical patriarchy looks not impossible
Only because your spirit is unbreakable!!

You are an amazing writer
And an even better reciter
Your poetry is simply revolutionary
And though your critics are often reactionary
You simply let your keyboard do the talking
Thus reducing them to effectively nothing!!

You are an amazing writer
And we are your debtors
Because, you are one of those fearless critics
Whom the government always tries to silence
But you brave storm after storm
In order to try and ensure justice for the downtrodden
You are the oasis that represents hope
In a desert full of despair

You are an amazing writer
Who doesn't give two hoots about her detractors
You are the true face of intersectional feminism
In a land full of Savarna feminism
Which is as fake as Israeli democracy
Thanks to you, gender equality is not a mere fantasy!!
Most important of all, though
Is your anti-caste activism
In the never-ending battle against casteism
You are one of the fiercest warriors
May you eventually succeed in breaking all the barriers
Which stand between you and annihilation of caste!!
Jai Bhim!! Vaazhga Periyar!!
Poem dedicated to one of my idols - author, poet, intersectional feminist, anti-caste activist and academic Meena Kandasamy.
Styles Mar 2024
More often,
she goes out,
with no *******,
for fun now.

The though of
breakfast, lunch and dinner
on my tongue now.

She is,
simply irresistible,
that is a fact now.
Styles Mar 2024
We were lying in bed one day, naked
He asked me why I submit to Him, I smiled.
Why out of everyone I’ve met, everyone I’ve played with, and everyone I’ve ******, why did I decide to submit to Him.


The truth of the matter is You don’t choose, I had no choice in the matter.  I've been trained from the time I was born to serve. It is second nature to me. I’ve served, and I enjoy it. Serving Him is different. I do it because I’m obligated.  I do it because it pleases Him. He is my Sir.
Styles Mar 2024
We played all night, experimenting until we got it right.

Tonguing, *******, nibbling, with fingers, liquids and powers. It went on for hours. On the bed, on the floor, and during, in between showers.

We did everything we could think of. Sexing, ******* we even made love. No rubber, but it fit like a glove- all things chemistry is made of.

I showed her how to tell the difference between a “amazing”and “Oh yes! Do that again”- and then I made her come again; to make sure she remembered, I made her tremor - and it made her *** more, I lost count of her ******* after forty-four.
Ashwin Kumar Mar 2024
You are a brilliant poet and writer
And a terrific activist and orator
On the head, do you hit the nail
Every time without fail!

You speak what people do not want to hear
Which makes me grin from ear to ear
Never do you sugarcoat
Nor do you showboat
Supreme, is your clarity of thought
A lot of battles, must you have undoubtedly fought
And when it cometh to your imagination
To the winds, do you throw caution
The way you repeatedly attack our Brahminical patriarchy
Leaves us all under a spell
Because your writing is so fiery
That even the Sun can't hold a candle to it!!

Your English is flawless
So brilliantly do you assess
The problems in our society
Incomparable, is your brutal honesty
Not to mention, your Tamil is a work of art
Very well, have you played your part
In fighting caste and gender inequality
To all of us, do you represent Hope
Especially in these times of adversity
Never do you sit down and mope
When the going gets tough
Rather, do you tell yourself
"Enough is enough!"
And bounce back with a bang
Loud enough to silence your detractors
Unquestionable, is your character!!

To the literary world, are you an invaluable asset
Because, there ain't nothing you can't achieve
Above all, you make us believe
That we can fight the system
And most importantly, WIN!!
Poem dedicated to Meena Kandasamy - an author, poet and activist whom I admire greatly.
Styles Mar 2024
The look in her eyes told me everything,
but they were all answers I didn't want.
The truth hurts more when you can feel it,
Lost but never forgotten, even more when they mean it.
Maria Mitea Nov 2023
criminal touch,        infractor that kills on paper,
torment me,
                    torment me,
                                        and let me dream of you,
- have you below the air

      i will  fall on my knees, like a leaf, when
the earth cracks from one end to the other, half awake,
half asleep,
        let me learn your firmness,  drown my eyes in every word,
- a blind man, with the tip of my  fingers i read your blood,
                                                          ­                    your lips -
chaotic, whispering:  - what a calligraphic writing, organized and
without mistakes,

let your rigor entice me, like a spear piercing you,
          passing through the air                        until we become experts,
specialists in criminal law
Think Sep 2014
Am I the only one who wishes upon a star

Am I the only who smile when they feel sad

Am I the only one who craves for a touch of happiness

Am I the only who searches for nothing

Am I the only who just wants everything

Am I the who wishes for sweet nothings upon a star
Your hell is different,
It extends to be a semi-heaven,
But I can’t belong,
It burns all the paper and ink.
I've got nothing there to be a half-sinner.
I’d rather be a completely miserable poet, in an uninhabited void.
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