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​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




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 



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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The Silence

The butterfly or the orchid tree. Local name-Koirala

From a deep sleep I awoke,
My room all perfumed,
The fresh fragrance,
The sweet serenity,
The faint whispers of the pegions
The quiet rehearsal of the songs
In some unknown regions.
The tranquil wind,
Her dance unseen and unheard;
Soft leaves applauding,
The world slept undisturbed.

Hundreds spurs beyond,
The silver-grey horizon,
Starting to blush,
Her scarlet face bursting,
Resplendent redness replacing the silver lines.
Beauty peeling off her melancholy cloak.
Clad in the golden armour,
in a golden chariot,
The heroic entrance of her lover.
Slowly removing her silver veil,
He kissed her and
The Heaven glowed as their colors mixed,
Sparks of red,orange,yellow and vibrant,
The earth was being crowned.
Their light shimmered and slowly spread.

I could now see the source,
From where the fragrance came,
There she stood tall,
a spectacular figure on earth,
Dressed in a Purple gown.
The green fairies decorated her hair,
O! The ‘orchid tree’,stood before me.
Pregnant she was carrying,
Thousand purple daughters ,still in buds,
Waiting to flower like her.
A mother to many I asked her name,
‘Koirala’ ,said she, suddenly a brown thing fell,
A withered leaf mimicking a butterfly!
The mirror gazing at me, I saw myself
A closer look ,my silver hair!
The silence now faded in the air,
Only a loud silence in my mind prevail.