Shackleless

By Sal

It’s my passion to write poetry. After a long time, I have made up my mind to share and spread my piece of art with other readers since it touches my heart to be able to connect with people across the world through the complex human emotions that bind us together. Also, the subject of my work deals with topics that may be considered taboo, such as the matter of sex and the way society tries to suppress the real feelings of an individual personality. Moreover, the concerns highlighted through the poems also include discrimination and exploitation on the basis of gender such as blackmailing gullible and naïve women through digital dating apps, by exposing their intimate moments on the internet. More abhorrent, unvoiced but still rampant themes such as child sexual abuse and the vicious repercussions that they leave on the victim have also been stated in a downright, distinct manner, so that the reader may become aware of the circumstances by which the victim becomes reluctant to name the exact nature of wrongs that have been committed against her/him, perhaps because the culprit might be someone known and close. Besides, the pain, shame and the misery that he/she undergoes, and might have to live with all his/her life, without having someone to confide to has been depicted with the necessary despair and anguish. Instead of name shaming and questioning the victim itself, I have tried to plead the audience to be more empathetic and supportive in order to minimize their plight.

Also, as a recovering addict, I have tried to portray the road to sobriety as clearly as possible, thereby clearing common misconceptions that still lie deep seeded within the minds of the common man. Most people are not aware of the pain and dark emotions that propel the addict into taking narcotics to deal with the same.I  have also made clear how the society is also responsible, to a certain extent, in aiding the problems of the addict by constant name shaming and the propagation of guilt and shame. All this, for a disease that can impact any one’s life; a disease about which they don’t have a choice. On the other hand, it’s not just the so called “grim and dark” issues that have been covered within the ambit of the stoems. You shall find plenty of stoems covering sexuality and intimacy with a tinge of humor and sarcasm, the main context being how the physical part of the relation
acts as a critical foundation for a better, meaningful bond. All through the stoems, I have been bold and emphatic in dealing with various different genres which cannot be necessarily boxed into a one-size-fits-all category. The tone is vigorous and undeniably insistent on being real and honest so that we can become more open minded about issues that need to be brought from the backburner into the limelight simply because they are an essential component of life, without which
life would be empty and meaningless.I expect people to be able to enjoy their real desires without beingsubjected to ill will and demonization. I hope all readers can savor my writing with a pinch of salt, and be able to express the same with a zeal
and enthusiasm that never fails to leave one surprised.After all, being bold is being beautiful.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blue Rose Publishers
• Release date: Feb 19, 2024

Book preview

2.

Cigarette Case

I’ve been fagging,

For almost decades two.

When I was at a party,

I went to use the loo.

I’m so well in shape,

I care about my body first.

But I’ve been sipping on too much wine,

To quench my thirst.

When I left the party,

It seemed something I forgot.

After jogging my brain,

I hit the missing dot.

I went back inside,

Saw this beautiful boy.

His body and features,

Were like a sex toy.

I went to him and said,

Sorry, before I didn’t say hi.

He replied back saying, "I was hoping,

You’d at least say bye.

But I’m so glad,

To the party you came.

You’re sexy as fuck,

Is that a line too lame?"

We went inside the toilet,

On the seat, we were making out.

That’s when I heard

Someone calling my name out.

"Hey Senorita,

Are you fucking someone’s base?

Well, I just found your,

Missing cigarette case."

Let’s smoke after sex,

I whispered in his ears.

"I haven’t fucked a stranger,

In so many Goddamn years."

3.

While having sex

How would you know,

While having sex.

In his mind,

He’s shaking off his ex?

Not every time,

He will mutter her name.

In bed with you,

But thoughts of the other dame.

He isn’t over her yet,

You can make out.

Easiest way to find,

Is while making out.

The way he touches,

Is it the way you like?

Or is it different?

That’s when, it should strike.

Does he look back at you?

Or keeps his eyes closed?

Or is he only interested in fucking you,

In every god damn pose?

The ones stuck in the past,

Don’t go lovie-dovie while having sex.

They usually, just mean business,

While still harboring thoughts of the ex.

Try and make him say your name,

Look at you, spooning, cuddles.

Maybe romance him,

Bathe together with bubbles.

If the romance puts him off,

One advice, just take it.

Read all the signs, if he’s faking,

Just to see you naked.

Hang on for your dear life,

While he shakes off his ex.

Stick around the asshole,

If it was only for sex.

But, remember, you already,

Got one asshole, you don’t need another.

Better guys are waiting for you out there,

So don’t bother!

4.

This Pandemic

Before I’ve even begin,

I’m writing this piece.

My brain is boggled with one liners,

So full of tease.

Cramps in the tummy,

I’m laughing my ass off.

This pandemic has forced us,

To ask everyone to fuck off.

To talk about dating apps,

They had a message issued in public interest.

"Please only fuck virtually,

It is only for your best."

Pubs, clubs, beaches and malls,

All went so dry.

To score somebody for sex,

Nobody even wanted to try.

The desperate ones,

Their chat preference changed.

For all this flipping,

Corona virus was to be blamed.

Man: Do you want to hook up?

Or about the pandemic restrictions you care?

Lady: No, it’s okay. As long as you’re healthy,

Tell me when and where.

Man: Please answer the question,

I hope you don’t mind.

Lady: Nay, shoot the question,

You seem very kind.

Man: Would it be okay,

If we have sex wearing a mask?

Lady: That would be less fun,

And more of a task.

Man: Would it be feasible for you,

To get corona test done, 24 hours before?

Lady: What the fuck! So much for sex?

You’re a nymphomaniac, therefore.

Man: Please don’t take me otherwise,

Tell me, do you have a running nose?

Lady: You fucktard, I’ll shove till your gullet,

My pantyhose.

Man: You’re getting me all wrong,

It is for our good only.

Lady: Okay, Guess you’re behaving this way,

Because Corona has made you lonely.

Man: Last one; did you lose,

Your sense of taste and smell?

Lady: I should better unmatch you now,

Else I’ll start to yell.

Man: No, no, please wait,

I really want you on a date.

Lady: Sorry, you’ve bothered me enough,

It’s already too late.

Man: Okay, no more questions. But when you come,

Would you let me check your temperature?

Lady: Sister fucker, I wish I could,

Rip apart your culture.

"I pity you, the pandemic,

Has made you brain dead.

Forget about sex, you can’t even,

Take a woman to bed.

All you want to talk,

About, is the contagion.

Neither one night stands,

Nor will you find a companion.

Your paranoia has increased so much,

Even for sexting you’re scared.

A complete nuisance,

Enough of my phone, I’ve glared.

A free advice, put on your bio,

Your latest corona report, please attest.

And add: swipe right only then,

I don’t care about the rest.

Alright, you crazy asshole,

Now, I shall let you be.

You didn’t break the ritual of hookup,

In a different way you screwed me.

Be it the mind or the body,

Screwing is screwing.

I got to get rid of the headache you gave,

A cup of coffee, I’m brewing."

Since he was charming, he convinced her,

To come over to his place.

She agreed to come, wore a white dress,

And had a nude look on her face.

As soon as she arrived,

Before they even said hello.

He sprayed sanitizer from head to toe,

Which turned her dress to yellow.

Lady: Is this the way,

To welcome somebody?

Man: Sweetie, please don’t get mad,

This won’t harm anybody.

He was wearing surgical gloves,

Face shield and PPE kit.

Lady: How do you plan to fuck,

And take out your stick?

Man: Oh! don’t worry!

I’ve got it all figured.

I’m only waiting for

My hard on to be triggered.

Lady: You know what, I’m feeling stupid,

Why on Earth did I come?

Man: Come on now, trust me,

I’ll make you cum.

"And like I mentioned,

No coming out of mask.

So, please, I request you,

To pull up your mask."

Lady: Idiot, if I pull it up,

How will I have my beer?

Man: I’ll punch a hole,

And make a small tear.

"Perhaps, that will help you,

To have your beer with a straw.

I’ll get some cold cuts