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?

 

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

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Some of the fellow participants:

http://janakinagraj.com/  – Janaki

http://jaibalarao.com/   - Jaibala

http://poojashridhar.blogspot.in/ – Pooja

http://andiwrite.com/ – Count

http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan

http://advkaranshah.blogspot.in/ – Karan

http://www.rinzurajan.blogspot.in/ – Rinzu

http://artofleo.wordpress.com/blog/– Vinay

 http://thoughtspop.wordpress.com/ – Nithya

http://viewsofpreethib.wordpress.com/ – Preeti

http://whilethecoffeebrews.blogspot.in/- Naina

Z For Zzzzzzzz

anything for you

love you to bits

an extra hour of Zzzzzzz

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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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. 

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Some of the fellow participants:

http://janakinagraj.com/  – Janaki

http://jaibalarao.com/   - Jaibala

http://poojashridhar.blogspot.in/ – Pooja

http://andiwrite.com/ – Count

http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan

http://advkaranshah.blogspot.in/ – Karan

http://www.rinzurajan.blogspot.in/ – Rinzu

http://artofleo.wordpress.com/blog/– Vinay

 http://thoughtspop.wordpress.com/ – Nithya

http://viewsofpreethib.wordpress.com/ – Preeti

http://whilethecoffeebrews.blogspot.in/- Naina

Y For Yesterday

Snippet Of A Day In My Life

Willing to fly

Not stopping for a second

Born only yesterday

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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X For Xerox

Snippet Of A Day In My Life

Smiles with his eyes

Cries with his heart

Just like me

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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The Road

What holds for us in the future is,

what we build

What we leave behind is,

just foot prints

The road comes from no where

And it leads to no where

It walks with us

We carve it

We build it

we lead it

And finally we leave it

(C) Juztamom

Shared with NaPoWriMo. The prompt was to write a poem for one of the four photographs shared on the website. I have used the above.

Some of the fellow participants:

http://janakinagraj.com/  – Janaki

http://jaibalarao.com/   - Jaibala

http://poojashridhar.blogspot.in/ – Pooja

http://andiwrite.com/ – Count

http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan

http://advkaranshah.blogspot.in/ – Karan

http://www.rinzurajan.blogspot.in/ – Rinzu

http://artofleo.wordpress.com/blog/– Vinay

 http://thoughtspop.wordpress.com/ – Nithya

http://viewsofpreethib.wordpress.com/ – Preeti

http://whilethecoffeebrews.blogspot.in/- Naina

Light From Heaven

Shaken by the disbelief of my heart broken

and shattered I ask heavens and hells together

To answer my plea and show me the light, for

I felt lost, left alone in the debris of lost love, bruised

and broken drenched in my own tears and dampen soul

You hold me in your arms, I feel light, as

a feather flowing in the breeze, unknown

of its origin and unaware of its purpose

you guide me to the light inside you

I find me

(C) Juztamom

Shared with NaPoWriMo. The prompt was to write a poem in the form of a curtal sonnet. The curtal sonnet is shorter than the normal sonnet, fourteen line sonnet. Instead it has a first stanza of six lines, followed by a second stanza of four, and then closes with a half-line.

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Some of the fellow participants:

http://janakinagraj.com/  – Janaki

http://jaibalarao.com/   - Jaibala

http://poojashridhar.blogspot.in/ – Pooja

http://andiwrite.com/ – Count

http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan

http://advkaranshah.blogspot.in/ – Karan

http://www.rinzurajan.blogspot.in/ – Rinzu

http://artofleo.wordpress.com/blog/– Vinay

 http://thoughtspop.wordpress.com/ – Nithya

http://viewsofpreethib.wordpress.com/ – Preeti

http://whilethecoffeebrews.blogspot.in/- Naina

W For Wild

Snippet Of A Day In My Life

jump like frogs

move like elephant

wild family

W Wild

We are quite wild as a family and no we don't behave much socially also. What is the fun in being a child if you have to behave like an adult everywhere? Yes there are places where they can't misbehave (Or act like a child) but there are a lot of other places where we behave and act like kids, birds, cats, monkey, elephant, frog etc etc. And that is so much more fun than being an adult.

Do you always behave? Or rather behave like a kid or is there a child in you that comes out on occasions? If possible share an incident when you were a kid and loved it.

And Some of the blogs that I love from V are listed below. Do check them out.

Prathima Rao's Vindicated 
Suzy's Life's Jigsaw- Vibrational Energy

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I Run Around

Round and round I run around

In circles

I stop here

I stop there

Not knowing here

Not looking there

The sparkling white

The lovely light

The dancing clowns

The golden browns

In circles

But I don’t stop

And I don’t look

I am walking up

And

Walking down

in circles

The fire in the sky

The beautiful bride

The naked kids

The lonely tides

I pass through them

I look through them

But I don’t stop

And

I don’t look

I just keep my eyes

On the road

And move ahead

In circles

Where am I going?

Who knows?

When will this end?

Who knows?

What I know is that

You told me

I will find you

At the end of this circle

So,

I don’t mind

And

I don’t care

I just walk away

I just walk your way

In circles

Round and round I run around

In circles

(C) Juztamom

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Some of the fellow participants:

http://janakinagraj.com/  – Janaki

http://jaibalarao.com/   - Jaibala

http://poojashridhar.blogspot.in/ – Pooja

http://andiwrite.com/ – Count

http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan

http://advkaranshah.blogspot.in/ – Karan

http://www.rinzurajan.blogspot.in/ – Rinzu

http://artofleo.wordpress.com/blog/– Vinay

 http://thoughtspop.wordpress.com/ – Nithya

http://viewsofpreethib.wordpress.com/ – Preeti

http://whilethecoffeebrews.blogspot.in/- Naina

The Wall

What divides you from me?

The red sweltering mount

The endless lines of bricks, and

infinite mounds?

Who built it and why?

Did they put a heart inside?

Can it feel our love?

Can’t it feel our pain?

Would it cry if we leave it alone?

Would it wonder in the unknown of,

Loved and lost?

Can it feel the warmth of our souls entwined,

through it?

Can it feel the cold of our tears submerged, and

lost in it?

 

May be it will start breathing our breaths

May be someday it will come alive with our love

May be someday it will bleed and cry

And call our names

then melt away with the heat of our heart

Uniting our remains

(C) Juztamom

Shared with NaPoWriMo. The prompt was to write a poem that features walls, bricks, stones, arches, or the like.

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Some of the fellow participants:

http://janakinagraj.com/  – Janaki

http://jaibalarao.com/   - Jaibala

http://poojashridhar.blogspot.in/ – Pooja

http://andiwrite.com/ – Count

http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan

http://advkaranshah.blogspot.in/ – Karan

http://www.rinzurajan.blogspot.in/ – Rinzu

http://artofleo.wordpress.com/blog/– Vinay

 http://thoughtspop.wordpress.com/ – Nithya

http://viewsofpreethib.wordpress.com/ – Preeti

http://whilethecoffeebrews.blogspot.in/- Naina