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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“Everything you can imagine is real” — Pablo Picasso

Together Forever

knitted in a pattern

resting together

wrinkled hands

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Simple

unkempt bed

filter coffee

a Sunday morning

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Bow Wow

crying next to it

a little voice prays and pleads

please come back Bow Wow

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Perspective

Heads down in fear,or 

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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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.

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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

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

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War On Children

painted deep red

eyes locked in the future

I barely lived

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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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