Bra

​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

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Chaos

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.

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I am

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.

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Lost

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

Family

​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
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Writings on the Wall V

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

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The Shadows

(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

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Writings on the Wall IV

Art credit: @ottokim

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Change

Pic source : Pintrest (art by @ottokim)

(​Change is constant, change is progress, change is revolution, change is evolution….Change is children forgetting to play in the gardens or even playgrounds.Change is, a mother forgetting to worry how dirty and messed up her child would be after play….change is so vast that I can hardly trap and concise them into my words. Still I have tried putting up a small vision of change through this short piece. Please read, enjoy and taste my writing. )
Tabs, Ps5 or 4, I hardly know…

Mobiles and Android I am well aware

 with play store

And the range of apps, I can select, de-select,

With WiFi or Jio, it’s a lot easier

And play with my eyes stuck forever.

Gone are the days of the past

I am done with hurting my limbs or my arms

I can play and play for hours

Without running or getting tired

Immense pleasure is what I get

With my body, at full rest

My brain is working, I am well aware,

Continuing the flow of the game

O! Genius I have well played 

Crossed so many levels.

To reach a point I so long desired

……

Sore eyes, vision blurred, 

a few eye-drops

Round, square, minus or plus powered spectacles, 

nice and trendy they go with my every clothes…..

Lights Off, 

Again do I play with my eyes stuck…

With only my two fingers

 selecting

Candy Crush,

Clash of clans 

or Subway surfers…….
14/01/2018

Pr_timeandreflections.

Sympathize

When Winter Comes

• Sometimes it’s just that wind, a cold icy wind that freezes every single hair on your body, though it’s covered by a blanket of warm clothes and penetrates your skin to touch the bones. You feel the air, still you are happy. Why? Because you are reminded of your home, a home, a place where you were born, a place where you grew up, a place where even during summer, you feel the cold winter wind and what you need is warm woolen clothes to wrap up your skin.
• I remember our skin drying up as we are now made aware by the weather that Winter is on the way. We are ready to welcome her. Every home now make a space for room heaters, new technologies. Before it was hand made mud and tin hearth where coal would be lighted and fanned for hours. It’s embers warming the whole house…