Man’s Relationship with Money: a Mess

Actually men make money to afford an expensive lifestyle in order to attract beautiful women.

A Woman’s outside beauty indicates her fertility and ability to have children.

Genetic celebrities or Golddiggers as they are called and/or referred to are complicit in these types of arrangements.

Because they are willingly selling their time, sexuality and sexual services to the highest bidder.

Looks and age of the male in question do not matter only his social status and financial success.

As she can always boff the slim and trim beefcake known as the pool guy (used to be the milkman when milk was delivered to homes instead of sold in stores as it is today) when her financial prey is looking the other way.



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Living a Love Story


Living a Dream Come True

No need
To lie tell you empty

I’d simply
Do what’s necessary
Kill or die

Into your
Eyes I would willingly gaze
For eternity

Within my
Dreams your always just
Out of reach

Still into
Your ear I’ll whisper my

Send shivers
Up and down your back
And all over

Enfold you
Within my words carefully

Make love to
You within the soft glow
Of moonlight

Our souls
Entwined upon a cloud
Of passion

Holding on to
This tender moment for as
Long as possible

Daydreaming of
You until the sun goes down my
Eyes fall asleep

Find myself
Once again tasting the honey
Of your kisses

A Tangle of Weeds

Won’t you bake me a pie, feed me with a sweet lie
When I ask you if it’s me still, you’d die for or kill

Come closer come near, rest your lips on my ear
Speaks words in whispers, in that voice that sends shivers

Adorn my black tresses, with some colourful irises
And I will close my eyes, till the fragrance dies

When the flowers wilt, they will have witnessed passion at its hilt
Even as we let it linger, in our minds and hearts stronger

You spend an eternity, on exploring this fantasy
With the crevices nooks and corners of my lips alone

Another eon spent in delving, into my eyes now sparkling
With the magic spilling, passion flowers consummating

I live a love story in my head, every time I get to my bed
My dreams tenderly unrobe, as your desires so furiously probe

©Nandita Manan Yata

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The True Face of Gender Equality

Men are
Supposed to stay strong
And silent

Even when
Their legs are being cut
Out from

Beneath them
Inch by bloody inch by life’s
Pruning knife

Yet everyone
Runs to rescue a woman who
Breaks a nail

They’ll hug
Her and make her well
Even as they

Walk by the
Man cut down lying within
His own blood

Unfortunately this is indeed what true gender equality looks like; and it is exactly what the feminists wanted in the first place.

It Only Takes a Moment

Every day
It’s a struggle to keep
From crying

Yet I
Dare not do anything

Will reduce
The empathy – compassion in
My heart

For if
I do vindictive will I

No one
Sees the monster inside
Of me

Fully understands
Just what it is capable of doing if
Allowed to run wild

This is
Why I don’t own a gun or

For only
Anger intensely burning

Can override
My empathy and compassion
For a time

Yet it only
Takes a moment to destroy

Hidden In Silence

As a child
I was told that big boys
Don’t Cry

As a man
I’m expected to suck
It up

Carry on
With a smile pasted on
My face

Can’t let
The world see my
Tears fall

Even though
The pain is shattering
My heart

Only to be accused
Of being emotionally unavailable
Whenever I’m quiet