Showing posts with label Poems and Haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems and Haiku. Show all posts

Thursday, 4 June 2015

Broken Wings

Trees swaying to the music
Some with orange hue
Some pink and some blue
She sits under them
Her wavy hair touching her face
and gently moving away
A book in her hand
A love story maybe
Just like theirs-

Just next to the trees
is their dream
Standing tall
White and cream
Painted with hands
Dipped in love
Their home

Each room,
is them
together
Each brick over another,
is them
glued together

The air smells of rose
Or maybe Jasmine
He was not sure
but it smells of her
this he was sure
A little sweet, a little minty
Somewhat like flowers, and
Somewhat misty

His life and his home, is
filled with her heart
The joy is palpable on his face

And then he got up from his sleep
Realizing it was all a dream
His heart broke a little
but not too much
He knew she was around
and she will soon give in

He walked to her room,
where he had kept her chained
From the day he abducted her
few years back

Soon, very soon
He thought
Soon, very soon
He told himself

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Linking with A Prompt A Day. Prompt 4 Quoted#1.The quote for inspiration is:
“Everything you can imagine is real” — Pablo Picasso

Monday, 1 June 2015

Together Forever


knitted in a pattern
resting together
wrinkled hands


Simple


unkempt bed
filter coffee
a Sunday morning

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Tuesday, 23 September 2014

Bow Wow

crying next to it
a little voice prays and pleads
please come back Bow Wow


“Linking this post to the poetry challenge  for Verses @PonderingTwo
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Friday, 12 September 2014

Perspective

Heads down in fear,o
bowed to the almighty

Hands tied, Held together
By force, or 
in prayers

Dead silence
As they wait
Three in a row

Silence of death
As they break free
Three in a row




Linking this post to The Fiction Challenge: From 15 to 50September. Hosted by Shailaja V of The Moving Quill.

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Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Pieces Of Me

Lost in the neverland,
beaten and broken
If you look around me
you will see,
just pieces
scattered here and there


Look at that,
a piece of my heart
red and bleeding,but 
not dead,
still beating
I let it go,but 
it didn’t let me
It still has blood,
It still has love


Look at that,
a piece of my eyes,
glassy and tearful
I wanted it to shut down
I wanted to suck out all the dreams, but
it didn’t let me
It wanted to see,
the mystery of tomorrow,
the after of sorrow


Look at that,
a piece of my leg,
all slaughtered and chewed
I wanted it to stop walking, but
it refused to do so,
it wants to travel,
so many places to unravel


Look at that,
a piece of my hand,
shaking and trembling, but
refusing to let go
of the pen
of the verse, still
floating in the air
I wanted to give up, but
 it didn’t let me
So many more
chapters to live
So many more
chapters to write


Look at that,
a piece of my soul,
lying robbed and slain
I wanted it to leave me, but
it is still holding on
Holding on to me,
the little child of it,
waiting for it to grow


Look at that,
a piece of my body,
lying naked and wanting
I wanted to leave it alone,
to let the thirst die,
to douse the fire
But,
It is burning on,
eating through the darkness,
beaming through the pyre
of a dead yesterday
and looking forward
to the better tomorrow


Dedicated to E.E.Cummings and inspired from one of my favorite poems “I Will Wade Out” by him.


Friday, 8 August 2014

I Was Alive Once

I was alive once
Breathing in the scent of earth
Kissing the pearls of rain
Extending my hands
And enveloping the warmth of sun

I was alive once
I danced in the moon light
I ran to the ocean
I made sand castles
And I went with the motions

I was alive once
I questioned, I reasoned
I got angry, and I threatened
I cried in pain
And I cried silly in joy

I was alive once
Once for a very long time
Once a very long time ago
Before I met you
And then I died

Death Spawn by D3vilusion



I am dead now and forever
I have no voice
I have no fervour
I don’t talk
I just listen
I don’t walk
I just follow
I don’t question
I only answer
In yes and no

I am the skeleton
Of what I was
I represent
What could have been
A great life
But is now a carcass

I was alive once
But I am not anymore

(C) Juztamom

Image Credit here



Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Being A Girl

Scared and in her own
Walking on the side
Walking with head down
Just walking on the road

Too shy to look up
Too nervous to share a glimpse
This is how she was brought up
To be proper and be prim
To look down
And not have a voice
To just walk on the road
Shown by others
Just walk in unknown of known

She always feared
Not someone else
But herself
Coz she was aware
Aware of her rising desires
Aware of her persistent thirst
Of knowledge
Of questions
Of reasons
Of whys?
Why was she treated like that?
She was born a girl,
So what?
Being a girl,
Was it that bad?

 Gloomy Girl by chaosbringer99

She knew it was only a matter of time
Her voice will find its way out
Her life will change forever
She may not be able to survive the tyranny
If she did
She may not be able to survive the irony
Of being finally free

So she was scared
For the future
Black or white
Dark or Bright,
Will come only
After a huge battle
A lone war

That she may not survive

(C) Juztamom

Shared with NaPoWriMo.

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Some of the fellow participants:
http://jaibalarao.com/   - Jaibala

Z For Zzzzzzzz

anything for you
love you to bits
an extra hour of Zzzzzzz

#atozchallenge2014
Z for Zzzzz
When I was thinking about what to write from Z, many things came to my mind “Zen, Zillion, Zebra etc etc” but nothing struck a chord better than Zzzzzzzz. I have been sleep deprived for more than five years. And I am not the sleepy type or rather I use to be, not the sleepy type. For me just an uninterrupted sleep of 5 hours is normally enough in a day but it has been so many years of not even getting that continuously, so I really really miss it. I am waiting for those days to come back, when I can be in bed for hours and hours and get up as and when I want to. One of the side effects of being a 24/7 mom I guess.

Are you a parent? Do you love your sleep? How many hours do you think you can sleep at a stretch? I think I can sleep for as long as full 24 hours if I get uninterrupted sleep!! :P

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Monday, 28 April 2014

Alone But Not

Warm glowing in the heat
The thirst that never quenches
The burn that never burns
She held tight
With all her might
Hoping against hope
To remain united forever
Still longing to be free

Free
To wistfully flow
In the air
To become one with
Many others like her
To be her own lover
But how could she
She was born
Where she is now
She was always the part of it

Together they have seen everything
The heaven falling from the sky
The rains soaking her from inside
The moisture of love
That is eternal
Yet would leave her alone

The white descending from above
Covering her whole being
Erasing any other color
Yet being serene

The orange, the red
The yellow and green
Of beautiful spring
Abundance of love
Though she should be happy
But she remembers being aloof
For spring marks the beginning
The beginning of the end

The warm scorching heat
That feels like a blast
On her face
That fills her with warmth
Enough for her to survive alone
That gives her the signal
It is time to go

With a shock she moves
Fearing she might fall
But the wind carries her in her arms
Taking her to the dream
Where others were waiting
Who were just like her
That’s how she became a part
Of the yellow gold stream..

She was no more
A lone golden leaf



(C) Juztamom

Writer's note: The poem is in the voice of a leaf, which is dreading autumn  and is reminiscing all the seasons gone by. But in the end it cuts the string and becomes one with the golden stream of leaf. 

Shared with NaPoWriMo.

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Some of the fellow participants:
http://jaibalarao.com/   - Jaibala

Y For Yesterday

Snippet Of A Day In My Life

Willing to fly
Not stopping for a second
Born only yesterday

AtoZ Challenge
Y Yesterday

Time does fly. Both of them were born only yesterday and it is already years today and they can't wait to be on their own. Where did the time go?

Do you also feel like this? Has the time stood still or did it fly for you?

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Sunday, 27 April 2014

X For Xerox

Snippet Of A Day In My Life

Smiles with his eyes
Cries with his heart
Just like me

AtoZ Challenge
X Xerox
My five year old is so much like me that sometimes I feel like I am seeing myself in the mirror. He is all heart, laughs and cries with a vigor. Just like me. Sometimes it scares me, reminds me of all the heart breaks and aches I had to go through but it also means he will experience the joy with complete heart. It means he will live and experience the life way more than many people around him. More pain, more joy and more life lived!

Here he is smiling with his eyes. I literally can live in those eyes!




What about you? Is there someone you feel who is completely or somewhat like you?


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