Your eyes are camouflaged
And your smiles don’t reveal
What your hands give away,
When they quietly steal,
Now and then, through your hair.
I see them move along the curves
Of a tempestuous seashore,
And feel the turbulent waves
Roar with an urgent need to explore
The boundaries between body and soul.
They feel the bitter sweet saltiness,
The tips of your fingers burn
Through your desires and scream.
All you do is simply turn
Away from a forbidden dream.
© Jaspreet Mann. Flashback (2011). All Rights Reserved.
“It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it. Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and millions are in silent revolt against their lot. Nobody knows how many rebellions besides political rebellions ferment in the masses of life which people earth. Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, to absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
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