Showing posts with label OctPoWriMo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label OctPoWriMo. Show all posts

Saturday, 19 October 2013

I promise

I promise to be there
Even when you are not
I promise to be bare
Even if you have stopped
Especially when you have stopped

I promise to open the door
Everytime you knock
I will always be at the shore
Waiting for you round the clock
Even if you have stopped coming
Specially when you have stopped coming

I promise to cry with you everytime you are sad
I promise to laugh with you whenever I am happy
I promise to stand by you, during everything that is bad
I will always stitch it up, when things get patchy
Even if you stop paying attention
Specially if you stop paying attention

I promise to be me
I promise to never change
I promise these promises
Not in exchange
But because I believe in you and I know 
What all I have gained
From you and from your goodness
From us and our togetherness

I love you for everything that you can’t be
I promise to never push you into something that you can’t be
I promise you to keep all the promises
And whenever I couldn’t
I promise you I will try again
Till I could






Monday, 14 October 2013

Silence

I tried tried and tried
But couldn’t find it
Even in my thoughts
There was no silence

Silence evades me
We sit on opposite sides
We love yet hate each other
Oh how I wish you were with me
But when you were there I never liked you
Now I call you to come to me
But if and when you come
I know I will hate you

My days, my hours, my thoughts
My life, my dreams, my world
filled with sounds and clutter
Sound of incessant laughters
And continuous cries
Noise of continuous tantrums
And hours of endless plays
My home is filled with little steps
My heart is filled with big joys
And my mind is filled with sounds
Sounds I hope are always there

Silence though I wish for
Silence though I know is imminent
But still I hope it escapes me forever
And my home, my heart is forever filled with
Little laughters, 
small prints, 
big noises and 
bigger joys




Saturday, 12 October 2013

Naked

Naked in my dreams
Falling through sky
Panting and dry
Running from wolfs
Sitting on a tree
Sinking in fire
Burning in water
I am naked in my dreams

My visions are weird
My lovers are none
My heart is bleeding
And I am running from guns
I cut and I throttle
I cry and I smother
I wear my tears
I live in my fears
And I am naked
Naked in my dreams


My follies are my thoughts
My fiends are my friends
I live in a never land
With bricks and stones to eat
I kick everyone around
And I get kicks
And I am naked
Naked in my dreams

I get on the roof
And look down
Only thing I can see
Is the dark and brown
Of my unknown thoughts
Of my bare soul
Of my stomach pit
Brown and black
Black and grey
Covered in ashes
Smeared in blood
Clenching my teeth
Gritting my guts
Wearing nothing but me
I am naked

Naked in my dreams
Dead in my sleep
Falling and dying
Sinking and running
From me
I don’t know why
I am naked in my dreams



Writer's note: The prompt suggested we write about our darker sides. My dreams are my darkest side...they always have been. I still call them dreams and not nightmares because I am not scared of them..may be they reflect my negetive mind frame that most of the times I refuse to acknowledge.

Thursday, 3 October 2013

Wait

A long walk I walked
A thousand cries I cried
I was alone
I was lonely
A long life I lived
Waiting for you

I hoped you will come along
And sweep me off the feet
I wished you will magically appear
Soon we will meet
You will dust away the webs
And comb the wrinkled sheets
A thousand times I fell
Waiting for you

Days spent, nights burnt, years wasted
In the eternal wait
I gave up and fell on the face
feeling weak, being lost in the race
And then I knew
The wait will never be over
Because there is no wait
Because there is no one else
But there is me
And I am enough
Enough to fall down and get up
Enough to conquer the world
Without a crutch
Enough to be happy
And spread the love
I am me
I am enough

(C) Juztamom 2013

Writer’s note: This poem is reminiscent of my thoughts when I first started writing poetry years back


Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Lost without you

In a blind haze I run after you
You left me dry and pleading
You became me and
left me needing

I started living through you
You became my each moment
You were my time,
You were my rhyme
You filled my day and
You became my dreams
You became my voice
And you were my screams
You became me and
Left me mute

Where ever I look I see your prints
I keep hoping you are still there
But my heart sinks
Only your imprints but you are not there
I try and envision but don’t find you anywhere
You were the soul of my empty sack
You were there everywhere
In the soft chuckle
In the loud giggle
In the warmth of fingers
In sighs and quivers
In the balcony
On the table
In the kitchen
With the ladles
With the stars in the night
In the music and in the fights
You became me
And left me aching

I am lost without you
I am not alive without you
I plead and pray
For you to come find me
For you to come to me
For you to be me
My muse,
Come make me cry again

Come make my pen fly again

(C) Juztamom 2013