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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The Road Less Travelled

What is right for you,

May not be right for me

For what is right for all of you,

May not be right for tiny me

I am tiny but different

You are huge and indifferent

To me and my life,

My life and my choices

You are engrossed in your life,

Drowning in your rules

Pulling me down with your stones

You are what you were supposed to be

Not what you could have been

But

What if I don’t want to be you?

What if I don’t want to be defined?

What if I want to be, what I could be?

What could I be?

I could only know if I travel the road I am not meant to be on

If I take the path unknown

If I scrape the landscape untouched

Only if I take the road not taken,

The road less travelled

(C) Juztamom 2014

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Who Am I

I run through the day as good as a puppet

You pull one string and I dance

You pull the other and I sing

You leave me I fall

You push me I swing

I live thousand lives with you

I have spent thousand lives with you

But have I lived?

I float through the motions

As light as air

Air with no ripples,

Air but no wind

I float, fly and wonder

Through so many earths

Through so many dearths

But don’t feel travelled

I don’t feel lived

I swim through the water

Wading through waves

Drowning and dying

Burning and crying

I float through thousand oceans

I drink thousand potions

But don’t feel lived

I walk on the road

I am you

I am her

I am him

I am straight

I am single

I am married

I have wrinkles

I tip toe

I limp

I am young

I am old

But who am I?

I am flying but crippled

I am swimming but no ripples

I am alive but dead

I am living but not

I am every mask around me and I forgot

Who am I?

(C) Juztamom 2014

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Don't give up

Don’t give up

Just yet

It seems alone and dark

It looks tough and stark

But you have just started

There are miles to go

There are millions to know

Fall is just a season

Dusk is just an hour

There is sun and light

World is pretty and bright

Don’t look down

Just yet

Look out

Look up

No don’t give up

Just yet

Round the corner

Is my home

I am there

You are never alone

I will walk with you

I will be your wings

I will love you ever

No don’t be afraid

Just yet

Even if its dark

I am still out there

So don’t give up

Just yet

Days are tough

Roads are rough

You are bare

And you are sore

Legs are young

and refuse to walk anymore

Eyes are tired

Refuse to see anymore

No don’t close your eyes

Just yet

There is a wonderful world to see

There are thousand places to be

No don’t give up

Just yet

Come to me

Lets walk together

Be me and I will be you forever

Let’s walk the distance together

We are alone but not lonely

I am you and you are me

No don’t cry just yet

No don’t sigh just yet

Get up now and dust your hands

There are a thousand hearts to mend

There are a million smiles to spread

There are a thousand words to speak

No don’t die

Just yet

There are a thousand lives to live

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Alive?

I am free

Free of forms

Forms that bind

Bind to love, life and duties

Duties that are endless

Endless hours and thankless job

Job became I

I was stuck

Stuck in the hours

Hours that flew

Flew but never ended

Ended but were always there

There I was stuck

Stuck in the circle

Circle of life

Life I lived but never did

Did I live?

Live through others was my life

Life that I lived but never did

Did I live?

Live..yes I did but like a dead

Dead I am but alive more than my life

Life that was spent on others

Others whom I left behind

Behind my walls, shelves, racks and death

Death is liberating

Liberating and free

Free I am

Am I dead?

Dead but alive

Alive more than life

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Only Yesterday

I look into your eyes

And see the days gone by

Has it really been that long?

Since we met

Since we held hands

Since we first danced

How many years have gone by

Since that first glance

It was only yesterday when you I saw you laugh

And you took my heart away

It was only now when you winked at me

And together we swayed

All our firsts are still firsts

Million steps taken,

Million dreams dreamt

Zillion rules broken

Zillion lives spent

Only yesterday

So many songs still to learn

So many stories still to write

So many nights still to burn

So many fights still to fight

How have we already spent years together?

It was only yesterday when I didn’t know you,

When I wondered if you were there,

When I thought I would never find you

When I was a lost soul clobbered in a queue;

Waiting, wanting, lusting and rotting

I don’t remember

all the steps we took

all the bridges we crossed

all the pains and tears

all the panic and fears

I do remember

Your hands tightly around me

Your eyes always on me

Your hug and its warmth

Your words and your laughs

I do remember you

Always there for me

Just like it was yesterday,

The first time we were we

As we grow old together,

I see our shadows getting longer and longer

Our memories stronger and stronger

May our today be as long as yesterday

May our future be as together as today

(C) Juztamom 2013

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Master of puppets

 I am a broken toy without your string

Still dancing without you

Alive but fading each second without you

Master of puppets

You asked me to leverage my best

Let go of my past

Burn like a candle

Eat dark and spread light

Burn little by little

Scald little by little

Die but live

like a cricket’s quiet courting song

Knowing the love is near yet long

Voice weak yet strong

Be the carriage of borrowed glow
Like a moon 
Round still edgy

Dark still beaming
With a belief in goodness

On the edge of precipice

Wanting to fly on fall

But your words keep me grounded

My promise keeps me alive

Away from you,

To be with you,

With my words for you

Master of puppets

I wonder like calypso in Odyssey

Waiting for you to be immortal

Knowing that this is just a bubble

That you are gone

Leaving me alone

Asking me to wait

For the dawn

Master of puppets

Your dreams pepper and infuse
fancy in reality
bite after bite

Of your love
thrust after thrust

Of your lust
cryptic and real

Raged and surreal

Your memories

Your touch

Master of puppets

I rise like soufflé 
rapidly falling in a fizz
drumbeats of your kiss
still banging in an abyss
You climb up in each moments
Moments that are broken

Moments those are empty

Moments that are bare

Because you are not there

But I am there keeping your words

Being alive

(C)Juztamom 2013

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