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Be Aware

“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/
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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

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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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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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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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

The Uninvited Guests

source: google/Pinterest

Where on earth am I safe? Where? Those eyes staring at me constantly as if I am walking naked. I think their mind has become a dress scanner. Such is their looks. Girls its high time we visit a smithy and construct an Iron Woman outfit or Is this the reason why many girls choose to wear men’s attire? Well may be.   

We are little kids until our periods visits us. Our bodily transformation begins. Period days and  the stomach aches that lasts for hours. Your breast begins to develop and gets perky and the initial phase of course is painful. We start getting conscious and we are taught to be careful.

While we are on this transformative phase, even the neighbourhood and the street eyes looks at us differently. Officially no more kids. Those sanitary napkins inside your mothers’ secret lockers,bras,now occupies your space.

When walking down the street. I heard for the first time the special sound, they made with their tongue. They whistled while carefully speculating our back. We now meet eve teasers and we are taught to ignore.

source: PinterestWhile   walking down the usual path, the sound of a motorbike, two guys, one grabs my boobs and shooo the bike vanishes. The society remembers me.

I reject someone and the psychopath comes throws acid on my face, shooo the criminals vanishes. The society will never forget me.

Again this is not enough, one day they grabbed me; a hundred licentious eyes and hands their mouth salivating as they clenched my arms and thighs; their claws tearing my soft clothes and flesh, one by one they raped me, inserted foreign objects inside my vagina. My body bruised and blood dripping. But shooo the rapists vanishes. The country will never forget my name.

But does anyone remember any assualters,molesters, rapists? Their names? The place where they belong? 

Yes! I am afraid of the dark, of those nocturnal eyes and hands ,of those ghastly beasts who haunts our bodies and enjoy our pain.Where on Earth are we safe? Very recently I received a message from an unknown person in Facebook asking me to indulge in a sex chat with him. Very instantly I had to block that person.

Even in the virtual world these dirty minds craves for sex.

A few months back. We were inside a three wheeled vehicle and an old man who was seated in front of us. He looked at us and after a while put his hand inside his pant. At first we thought may be he was uncomfortable but no he kept on repeating that a couple of times touching his private part and putting his fingers inside his mouth. That was gross and we were about to get out from the vehicle but fortunately he left .

Thousands of cyber crimes, rapes take place every single day and many cases are not even reported.

Source: Pinterest
 Sometimes it is outside your home and sometimes it is inside your home and neighbourhood. It is usually the victims who are blamed by the society. Her dress was short, she was alone, she walked during night, she had a bad character, she had many past relationships, may be she was a call girl, she was friendly and open with guys and so on.

source: google
Thousands fingers pointing towards the victim and the voice crying for help is just silenced. But the fault lies not in the girls or in her dress or in her character but in those shameless eyes that are naked and distorted ,that lacks good food and nutrition. Thereby effecting the entire mind making their body abnormal. If we are proud to be the  citizens of a land that is rich with temples and cultures we have much more reason to be ashamed of because thousand minds are getting distorted in a peculiar way thus defaming the whole nation and the human civilisation.

These uninvited guests are present in every street corners and the very recent Bengaluru Molestation incident baffled the whole country. How long! How long! Will the girls have  to live their life in fear? How long will they have to stay indoors? How long!

Our country India is blessed with rich cultures, the land of Gods and Goddesses. In every house we have these miniature Goddesses- Parvati,Laxmi,Saraswati,Durga,Kali and so many that we can hardly remember each names and every year we celebrate the festivals, Kali Puja, Sarasvati Puja (prayers offering to these special Goddesses or Mothers/Ma).

In spite of women being given a goddess figure why are we turned into a mere commodity and victimised in various parts of the world? Are we really the civilised people of this modern era? Do we live in a Blessed age or a Cursed one where filthy mind goes for another such crime and craves for more.Who are to blamed for such a heinous act? And in our small hilly areas as well where girls’ safety was ensured, here to the spark of such an evil act has already ignited. When will such a thing come to an end? 

The picture below which I received in  WhatsApp perfectly describes the present scenario.

Source: google

We all have these questions- Are they people like you and us? Are they human? Are they really men of flesh and blood?

Were they born from a mother’s womb? Those boobs that they sexualise now. Were they not fed by their mothers’ breast? Were they not inside their mothers womb for nine months and were they not born out from a labour pain? Didn’t they cry for the first time as their heads came out of theirs mothers’ vagina,covered in her blood while that umbilical cord still connecting them? I doubt those people were never breast feeded by their mothers. They were never connected to Mothers’ because that female body is the first known part to every men and women when they first step into an alien world. And the same body they now sexualise and disrespect.

Yes, it is true that thinking separates us from the wild animal kingdom but this intelligence is of no use to those retarded evil minds. Its such a shame that even animals such as them do not exist. There is no such thing as Rape! in their world. Better is an animal than a human.

We have used our intelligence to such an extent that we are the most cultivated advanced being who are ruling the earth and the space. But when these ‘uninvited guests’ disturbs the peace and purity of an individual, we are in the nadir and not in the zenith of our civilisation.

Superficial

My ear is accustomed

Not to the hooting of the owl

Or loud chirping noises of the birds

But to the pleasant music

The roads and highway plays

Without dropping a single sweat

From sunrise to sunset,

From sunrise to sunset.

Accompanying and delighting 

every person on its way

That tring- trings of the cycle,

The Vroom Vroom of the bikes

The  honk – honk of the buses,

The different horn-tones of the cars that is preset

Like a mobile ringtone that vibrates on your way….

They are magical ,musical instruments

And music is what they play

Its pure music I say.

But in the evening

When their music fades

And silent prevails

It is the annoying sound

 of crawling reptiles- hissing, insects -buzzing,

Sometimes screaming,

Their high pitched voice,

O,that disturbing ,irritating noise

That deeply hits my brain.

It digs my brain

It is not the view of the tall trees,

But the mountain high skyscrapers

That I enjoy.

This is me

Yes me

My body 

gravitating

More

More towards superficiality

More towards artificiality

My body so much latched to it

Locked and I have already lost the key…

As I go far, more far from nature

And come close, more close

Towards this ‘madding croud’

More close to this ‘mad-adding crowd’

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