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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

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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

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’

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/brave/”>Brave</a&gt;Brave“>Brave

Grace

​Gravity never pulled me down

It always lifted me up

That is why

Even when you

Plucked all my feathers

And blood oozed

I could still swim in the air.

This is not the end

They shot me with words

Disturbing my flow

I ate them

Carefully swallowing

As they corroded my throat

But I didn’t think of atom bomb

Instead alchemized

Those words

Into festoons of poems

Showering them with

Soothing songs

Just to heal their soul.

©P.R

This is my first time poetry in voice. I shared the video of this poem,myself reading it and I got a good response from my friends in facebook. With a positive heart,I am sharing this with all my wordpress friends.

Click on the link below to hear me reading my poem

https://youtu.be/oxmSaHeC4Yw

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