Promise

I have seen you closely

I know you, like

I know myself

You were always there

Even when I didn't want to

I begged you to leave me,

I prayed you would

I hid in my heart,

you were there

I hid in my mind,

you were there

You became my best friend

Even when I dreaded you,

You were the only one always there

You were taking away my body

You were taking away my mind

I knew what I had to

But I still didn't do

Till

I had no other option

But to let go

You had started breaking my soul

So I promised to save

Whatever was left of me,

my heart, and

my soul

It was a beautiful day,

I promised to

keep you at bay: fear

It was the most beautiful day

When fear gave way to

Courage

Determination

Laughter

And

love!




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Linking this post with BarAThon Day 7: Promise. I am with Team #CrimsonRush

Did You?

Walking barefoot I reach, the end 

of earth 

You are not there 

But you said you will meet me, where 

the earth ends, where 

there is death, where  

there is dark, and where 

there is light 

I am here 

Naked of my body 

bathed in darkness 

covered in light 

waiting for you

I float in the air 

I grasp all souls passing by 

There are so many 

Some bleeding 

Some crying 

Some tearing their own body 

Some tearing their souls 

I am one of them 

Here 

At the end 

You said, 

You will come 

You did say 

Did you? 

Did I hear you? Or 

did I hear my heart, 

Thinking wishfully, that 

You will be there 

If not in life 

At the least 

In death!

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Linking this post with BarAThon Day 6: Wishful thinking. I am with Team #CrimsonRush

Big Steps

little shoulders 

tiny shoes, 

big steps

#Haiku

Linking this post with BarAThon Day 5: Tiny Shoes. I am with Team #CrimsonRush

Krishna- Our Beloved

fear smeared on face

happy but not

caught red handed

#Haiku
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Somewhere In Between

Whilst standing in the market

flooding with people

running around, and

scampering through the day

I speak to you   

My daily ramblings

of what happened and what not

who did what and who did not?

Look at Ram running after his brother

complaining loudly to his mother

Mother O mother,

how unfair are you?

why do you let him take everything two?

Complaining just like he used to,

when I was there

On the other side is Sharma uncle,

hurriedly crossing the street,

as usual, he is late

as usual, he didn’t wait,

to kiss good bye to his kids

Just like he never did,

when I was there  

In the front row house is Kavita,

lost in her book

She doesn’t play and doesn’t look

Focused on a future, which

no one has seen

Focused on a future, when

she is not even sixteen

Just like she was

when I was there

Everything is the same

Just like when I was there

Nothing has changed

Just that, I am not there

Next door,

is our home

A place where I lived till I was thirteen

A place which was mine,

before this in-between

Dad just left looking dejected

My six year old brother looks unaffected

but who can blame him?

What has he hardly seen?

I hope he remembers,

how you carried him all day

how I made him rotis and our silly plays

I hope he carries my laughter with him

I hope he carries your hope with him

I hope he remembers how happy we were

till that fateful day

And I hope he forgets the blood display,

the blast,

the aftermath and thousand innocent preys

I hope someday they will find peace within themselves

Till then,

I am here in-between

With you Ma,

Till then we are the angels

Looking over them Ma

Somewhere in-between   

We look down over them and wonder

We know it will be better but still ponder

The future bright and shining for them

Somehow without us,yet

Complete and serene

But till then,

We are here

Somewhere in-between

With them

Without them!

(C) Juztamom 2016

Linking this post with BarAThon Day 1: Stranger than fiction. I am with Team #CrimsonRush for the #BarAThon from 1st to 7th August 2016.

Hope

Who are you?

A crooked line on a face

A wrenched heart

Or a broken soul

Who are you?

You are just pieces

Pieces of hatred

Spewed here and there

You are the black

You are the blood

You are the Pause

But still

You are just pieces

I am the whole

I am the white

I am the mild

I am the wild

I am the heart

I am the start

That never ends

I am the whole

I am human

I am hope

You can cover me black

You can spew me mad

You can cut me piece by piece

You can tear me bad

But I am still whole

For every piece that falls

Millions will grow

For everything that’s black

Millions will glow

In white and gold

For every word of hate

There will be million words of faith

For every act of terror

There will be million hugs

and million smiles

For every bomb

There will be million first cries

For every bomb

There will be million first smiles

For every bomb

There will be million first steps

For every sunset

There will always be a dawn

For every Pause
There will always be a hope!

(C) Juztamom 2015

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