The modernised sexual frustration

Man has always been striving to satisfy his sexual aggression by any means and many means. Bisexuality, homo sexuality, some people indulge in imaginative sex. But lately I have come across a different species of man, and to my surprise he majority belong to this class. They tend to have an inclination for verbal sex, with just anyone for that matter. Passing obscene comments, and "on-a-lighter-note" statements when they use dual meaning words. And then shamelessly brag it. The senseless stupidity is flaunted as wit full intellectual ability. I pity them. In my office I have seen people doing so with an appended statement of "don't-take-it-otherwise". On chat exploiting the limitation of English script to spell out regional words say hindi words which actually carries a vulgar meaning. And they like it. And both the genders. The guys mostly take the lead in doing so and the girls take the pride in approving it. All
"in-a-lighter-note-you-know". But some where with in they are approving their sexual frustration with it. Knowing or unknowingly. Its not new. Its subtle existence
is apparent in the old literature and cinema too. It has now become a cult. A sign of metro sexuality. But the modernity has reinvented this retro approach. In work place,
glass builds, chilled aired chambers, when these sex starving frustrated heads assemble. They indulge in this witful verbal sex. And few who choose to withdraw from
it just become silent onlooker and reproach in recluse. And take out frustration as criticism or judgment by writing such blogs.

Truly
Abinash

Hope the fight

I had never been weak ever before. Mentally. May be because I never longed for something with such a desperation or strong desire. I don't even now for anything else but that one thing. I know I have been effusively emotional. And I have discarded any rationality that could have attached to it, ruthlessly.
But I ma only weak now. A strange sense of insecurity flows in me.
But I am not like that, I am told. And my hope that I still cling to fights back the darkness of this fret and insecurity. My hope wins. Just because I want it to win. I smile. And the fight starts all over. Its been a part of my life. I want it to end. End fast and end happily. May hope prevails and may hope wins ever.

Truly
Abinash

The mall crowd

Shiney, flashy faces
with dangling, fleshy asses

They flaunt the tag of brand
tight jeans, exposed cleavage meet the demand

dull, dead eyes
racing to grave with silent cries

They flaunt the lies of life
recluse, on deeds they just remorse, they grief.

This is written on the context of the shiny-car-driving, kala chasma clad we-the-rich-with-extra-pounds-to-show people roaming in the glass malls.

Truly
Abinash