Porn industry

Though most men and some women (increasing number) watch porn, we have to agree there are a couple of majour problems in it.
1) It allows women and children to be trafficked and forced in (they are literally kidnapped and raped). Now this can be curtailed if government actually acknowledges such an industry exist and appoints a regulatory body that prohibits such activities, takes criminal action against them, make the production companies accountable for such incidents. If government turns a blind eye to porn itself how can it regulate it?.      It shld also Consider the people in the industry as normal working people not as social outcasts, so the ones who do it volunteerly and the ones who want to come out, do not do get stigmatized and discriminated, and their condition used against them.

2) Objectification of women. I think though both men and women show of their bodies and are sorta objectified, it is the women who bears the brunt more since, most porn are just men's brutal sexual fantasies, this can be solved if  women decide to make their our brand of erotica, create stuff that actually aroses them, homosexual men and women have their brand of porn why not heterosexual women?. 
Instead of acting like such a thing dosent exist (sex is probably the oldest human tradition!), it is necessary to have open conversations to solve problems.

Figurative box

Collect all the opinions, beliefs, fears, or cravings (lets call em beans) you hold,
In a figurative box,
Number the beans or name them, or colour them, to tell them apart, like you would on a door,
Empty the box, 
Spill them on a figurative floor,
Fasten your socks,
Its time to put them like they were before,
But as you pick each one up,
Inspect them closely,
Does that bean really fit in?,
Were you the one who put them
Inside,
Or were they always there,
Are there facts to back it up,
Is it a proven stereotype that you should bear,
Or is it one of those countless prejudices that lingers everywhere,
Would you believe it if your weren't born in to it?,
Is this dream really your own?,
Or by everyone else sown,
Is your fear really justified,
Are your cravings only to boast,
This way,
Many a bean shall be nullified,
Now your box will be lighter, it will float.

The Terrorist

When one whispers "terrorist",
What materializes
In to our heads,
Is men with cold, cold laughs,
Blood thirsty eyes,
The AK47s, bullets, making their beds,
Strapped rifles decorating their torsos,
Grenades, rage, hatred, and violence,
Tyrants,
Adhering to thickest mist, tallest trees, driest deserts and the most turbulent seas,
And so it goes.

What is ignored,
Or is never explored,
Is the centuries of oppression,  Colossal weights,
Thrusted over their heads,
That led to these high pressured
Volcanic eruptions.

The voices that were thrown
In to sound proof rooms,
Buried in sands of neglect,
Suppressed, denied, muffled,
Forced to explode in to booms.

Their empty bellies,
Milkless cattle,
Burned out fields,
Cracked tongues,
Trust broken to peels, 
That made them easy
Recruitment deals.

Rebellious youth yearning for
Change,
Some jobless,  some homeless,
Some aimless,  some nameless,
Searching for answers,
Taking one last leap of faith,
At misguided ideologies.

Places of agitation,
Viewed as political trump cards
Rather than displeased inhabitants,
People with needs, emotions, And families.

Populace stabbed by policies
That favor popularity over
Humanity,
Economic development over the
Survival of minorities,
Making living hard, and dying easy.

Terrorists are destructive Vibrations,
But they spread from roots of Injustice,
We have chosen to bomb these agitations,
Which are merely ripples,
The last disorderly cry for help,
And curse their
Epicenters (the terror outfits and their ideologies),
Which are just guises.
It is their hypocenters
(Reason for them to exist),
Which are forgotten, never spoken about, 
that must be localized,
Up rooted and neutralized,
To find peace and harmony.

Love is one big fucking paradox

Love is never unconditional, Neither the romantic nor the familial,
Neither the religious nor the patriotic (both delusional, held in by fear poetry and wonder),
Love is for the pretty face, symmetry,
Love is because you love them back,
Love is because your shape cries healthy and most suited to bear their kids (unconsciously) i.e hot *steam engines*,
Love is because your dad is rich, or you are egoistic, opportunistic and well capitalistic, i.e rich and powerful,
Love is stays since you are as loyal as a dog,
Love happen as you are kind and compassionate, i.e safe and likable (non threatening),
Love is inevitable as they made you, and they have no other way,
Love is because your inability fuels their engine which has to be needed.
Love is an evolutionary and social construct that is essential for genetic materials to survive,
Love is only when you uphold their status in the society,
Love is an obsessive attachment,
Or merely an impractical idea,
Love dies when you don't meet expectations,
Love sometimes is just another word for codependency,
Love is selfish.
But,
Love can be selfless,
Love can make one die for it, Love can exist even when not loved back,
Love prevails even when you grow old,
Love doesn't always disappear when you can't give them kids,
Love can happen even if you don't share genetic material,
Love doesn't always crave loyalty or sincerity,
Love is rebellious,
Love is subjective,
Love is an elusive, controversial,  cheat,
Love sure is impractical and Unpredictable,
Love is one big fucking paradox.