India banned Bikini in goa. India banned bikini clad mannequins in Mumbai. India banned the documentary "India's Daughter" . India banned Porn. However, if you think our government only knows how to restrict us, than let me point out the things that are still allowed in our country. Marital rapes tops the list, if you fail to rape a women on road, you can always come back and rape your wife (Voila!!). Also materializing the actresses to the lyrics of item numbers, followed by moral policing because kissing your partner in public is more offensive than peeing in a secluded place. Making fun of people belonging to LGBTQ community, social exclusion of patients with AIDS, religious extremism of all kind. And you thought India only knows how to put a ban on everything !!!!
Your love is like my poetry it resonates with my laughter it flares up in my passions when I am sad...it consumes my grief with piognant understanding but even when it flows not it remains... deeply embedded in every corner of my heart
In the steady embrace of your love there is no upheaval... no distortions it is pure like the white light but within lie all the colours every emotion...and those secret trails hidden from all ...are for us alone and when we are together every moment is cherished alike
Your broad smile... lights my days your belief... gives me hope those little things that you say and do has the power to heal my wounds those miles that you cover for me I preserve them in my heart without doubt I love you for now... and forever !
I dragged 'home' in to your lips Where I coagulated you on my rusting body of drowning love through the nucleas made of wild flora You draped me with the magic carpet of long warming hugs . You collapsed in to me as if you know I would welcome you to agor me by the bruises caused by kissing. Your heart was braided with mine ; through the fiber of angst of losing. Your eyes lingers over me as if you are belonging to the locus of galaxy . Our ears eavesdropped the lullaby sung by the waves to the moon. We are horny for our art of losing again until we meet in a paradoxical planet. I adore you like a meteroid entwined to be my eternal art . Your lips wrote poetry on my tanned skin made of fragmented collocations.