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

Sunday, 7 August 2016


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
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

Fairy Dust by desperadofromhell

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

Friday, 5 August 2016

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 
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!

Black Magic Woman by desperadofromhell

Image credit here

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

Big Steps

little shoulders 
tiny shoes, 
big steps

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

Thursday, 4 August 2016

Krishna- Our Beloved

fear smeared on face
happy but not
caught red handed

Linking this post with BarAThon Day 4: Caught red-handed. I am with Team #CrimsonRush

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Monday, 1 August 2016

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.

Thursday, 19 November 2015


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