It was like the same old days repeating it’s same usual speed, and I woke up tired to cross a path inch to reach the door leading to my bathroom. The sun slowly began to smile, as if she was playing a game of hide and seek, 12 hours a day and 12 hours a night. She blushed and turned the clouds nearby her, all red and scarlet, slowly trying to open her eyes, still filled with the softness she had left with….
Every eye is a mystery
Every eye has a creative fantasy
Every eye has created its journey
Sometimes rational
Sometimes superstitious
Sometimes fictional, sometimes a liar
Every eye has its deleted story
To walk, to work,
To talk, to learn,
Mobile and laptops
Tablets or iphones
Eyes, poor little eyes
Exploited…..
Spectacles or lens
More pressure
Exerted
Until it reaches its expiry date
And earth?
She remains blinded
Blurred with
billion eyes.
“Beware of Dogs”
No, I am not afraid of them
Nor with the barking dogs
In the street
I am afraid
More terrified
For the flowers
Blooming in every house
Flowers still inside that
Pristine bud
So today I throw out the board
Hanging outside my house
Where it’s written
“Beware of Dogs”…
Instead I put another one
And I write with my blood
‛Beware, Beware’
Beware of the Mask they wear because
They do not say, “you are such a sweet little girl when they Rape.”
They do not care about your age or your sweet innocent smile
Because they are a carnivore with a human dress
All they want is
To feed upon your flesh
So I shout
Beware, Beware
Just be Aware
Less of animals
More of the humans
Walking by your way.
©pr_timeandreflections
#JusticeforAsifa #justice
“I just want to end this write up with a short prayer. Dear God don’t put away your eyes from the little gems on the earth. Please, keep them under your safe shadow. May they always bloom safely in each home….”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bestow/
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bestow/
I wear a bra that delights their sight and troubles me more
A bra that tortures and imprison my chest
A bra necessary to provide a shape.
I wear a bra that focuses my feminity ,my cleavage
A bra that locks the first layer of a female skin
A bra that channelises a mother’s love to every child after birth…..
But I wear a bra that has suffered every dark roads, sometimes inside the safe home
Yes! We wear a bra that they wish to unlock.
A bra that dresses but undress their lustful thoughts
A a bra that is critical
A bra that is censorious
I had once thought
Of giving farewell to my bra
That asked me not to step outside the women’s room….
Today the same body accepts my bra affectionately
A bra that is well experience, understanding patriarchy and the female strength,
A bra that confirms the vital difference
A bra that affirms the existence of a womb, its significance
A bra that defines our sexuality
A bra that illustrates our individuality
©lil_timeandreflections
Do you know?
That inside me rests a chaos
Like a galaxy in the space
Like the diverse species of plants on earth
Co-existing without a battle for soil, religion or race..
It is there like the varied words weaving to produce a melody
The chaos rests deep down inside my skin
Like the million atoms present but invisible
to the sinful eyes….
But do not panic
They are at rest
And at perfect peace.
©lil_timeandreflections
Thank you all for taking time to read my poetry.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/incubate/https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/incubate/
The clay in me
Is still soft
The air so easily
Or maybe
Gently whispers through it
I am still inside that grindle and pestle
small pebbles are on their way to be fine…
The water
The air
The sunshine
The morning breeze
Or that morning dew
Has their big or small task to do
They still have a little more to give
To me and to the rest of humanity…
I am a plant
Still growing,
I am a species
Still breathing
I am an animal
Still moving
I am a human,
still more to work
I am an unshaped pottery
I am an unshaped poetry
still in an artist’s hand,
Young and dwelling outside
my mother’s womb
With the composition of colours
Still undefined.
I am,
I am…
Yes, I am
still an unborn art
I am yet to be born
The dawn is yet to come.
12/03/2018
© pr_Timeandreflections
Took me half an hour, to compose this one. And this becomes one of my favourite. I don’t know why but I just loved my own poem. Please comment and share your thoughts. Thank you for reading my works.
💓 Timeandreflections.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/grasp/https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/grasp/
I have locked my
Arms in your arms
My hands in your hand
My eyes in your eyes
My heart in your heart
I have chained
Myself into you
Not lost
But found
What was lost inside me
I have locked
Even my soul
And renewed
My existence
We are but one
We give out
The same fragrance
And with you
I find my freedom……. ©lil_timeandreflections
A hot cup of Darjeeling tea in my hand
Grandpa’s unending ancient stories,
It’s our forever company
Grandma’s moral proverbs – immortal
Her sagacious hand, anointing us
Baba’s jokes, humorous, filled with laughter
Ama’s scolding vaporising in the air
Kaka’s slow and gentle talk is healing
Kaki’s sweet songs echoing everywhere
Sisters narrating and
exchanging their lives in a voice so soft, Motif –
not to disturb baje or boju at night
Functions and festivites,
Paranomal activities, haunted histories
Gatherings and meetings
More than a twenty cups filled with tea
What more!
We grew binded like a branch of a big tree
We are what people call a ‘family’…
©pr_timeandreflections
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/above/https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/above/
There is a story
Behind every door
Or the windows
That let its people
Breathe more
Binding them
In their own
Unsettled
Space
Like a mirror
Standing between
Real and virtual
And vice-versa…
©lil’eyes_timeandreflections
(It took me an hour to weave this true story into a poem. I would love to know your thoughts in the comment below.)
The dark shadows in her lips
Freeze
A massive discomfort
Had her heart
Seized
She could not
Sing
But hum
The tunes of
Numbness
Printing her every
Skin.
Jailed in
The gown
She wore
When excited
She stood
To taste the love
Which now grew
Beastly and Bitter
The dark shadows in her
Lips remain freezed
For she refuses
To let the black clouds
Pour over her family
Some thick mascaras
Shades of foundation
With a smile she fakes, she clothes herself
She sails in the river and deceives so well.
©p.r_timeandreflections
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/dim/
