Revolving Doors

Life is but revolving doors...
people moving in...people checking out...
dont bother to call ... or ask them to turn around....
life is but revolving doors...
trapping me inside...
why is life this way...
i ask this and then i smile...
cos i think of you...
thinkin of me...
ten thousand mile...away...
the only person tht i need to stay...
our lives are nthng but revolving doors...
others may leave...but i believe...you and me...
we' l reach our magical shores...
the only person tht i need to stay...
im glad life is this way...
revolving doors...magical shores...
you are my bed rock...when the doors keep spinning...
making my head spin...
when others keep leaving...
u help me break down those revolving doors...
take my hand...and take me outdoors...
you show me the deep azure...meeting the magical shores
u the only one i need to stay...
cos if when i stray...get trapped again...
i need you to be my bedrock...when these doors keep spinnin...
making my head spin...
i need you to hold my hand...tell me...
u there...for me...by me...within...
tell me life is but revolving doors..
but that does not need to stop us anymore..
take my hand and lets fly...lets soar...
breaking down these doors...reaching our magical shores
life is nothing but revolving doors...
people moving in..people checking out...
i smile...I'm glad life is this way...
cos u the only one i need to stay

Lechers United

We are a nation of lechers...mostly! So that way if you aren't one...you should not take this personally...or should you.!!!? I am not a lecher...honest (PEOPLE!!!...saying this is not the same as saying 'I ....am....hic....not drunk...hic... after 5 drinks...or was that less) Well, when I say I am not a lecher...I mean it. I am worse. I stay silent when I witness lechery. But what can I do ...right??? Its everywhere I go...every second thing I hear... but its not that it doesn't bother me...it does...a great deal... I get angry...my temperature rises... that I can say because I can feel the blood throb in temples...I grind my jaws...and then... I look away ...c'mon ...don't judge me as yet... I feel helpless... I have tried reforming people indulged in this, people I knew and people that I did not...

I am 'uncool' because of this. It makes me 'not very like able' to my peers... I'm glad. I think about this need to lech and where the urge originates from... haven't figured that one out yet. But one thing I know for sure. It has to do something with lack of respect for people... okay...women, more precisely... I feel angry at these men and I pity the women who have to share their lives with such men under some social compulsion...I would want to be anything...but, their wives, daughters, sisters... Infact, I would not want to be 'any woman' around them...but I can say that and do nothing about it because I am a man...I have the benefit of mere contemplation and perception on this matter...but what about women who have to face this every single day...everywhere...I often wonder...do they think... ' I wish I wasn't a woman'...and I know this for sure...everytime I think, some woman is thinking that.. I think... 'I wish I wasn't a man'...and then I think...my inactivity is proof enough that I am not one in the first place (not a man in the 'conventionally defined ways of manhood atleast :) )...not to say that these women need my help or anybody else'...they aren't dependent on anybody to do anything for them...they have fared well so far...but would it be so bad...if they did have some kind of support system... or are we...'men' going to continue to be 'Lechers United'...a union of those who lech and those who do nothing about it....just the thought of sharing that space...suffocates me...the choice is simple...breathe or die...the action that should follow the choice...isn't. It takes courage to stand up and stay there...courage I hope I have someday...