The Moon

Yellow and beaming

Looking at the life passing by

Just before the dawn

Waiting to be submerged

Wanting to be one with the day

Bold and effervesce

The Moon

Standing with an open arm

Encircling with an edge

Soft with a fire

White with a red

Spreading the borrowed light

Till every drop left to give

Waiting to lick the sunrays again

The Moon

Like a long lost lover

Walking barefoot,

With a soft face and softer stature

Spreading light and searching for more

Sharing love and wanting more

Losing herself little by little,

Tear by tear

And still being complete

The Moon

Like a mother looking out for her offspring

Sharing the last bite,

Sacrificing the last light

Shedding all inhibitions

Changing several forms

And then being formless

Dissolving in the light of the future

The Moon

(C) Juztamom 2013

Written for Real toads Out of standard Challenge"Blue Moon special"

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I am nature

Soft and subtle

Pure and pious

Magical, mysterious

Vivid and Vicarious

I am nature

Bold and Beautiful

Blooming and plentiful

Collectible and delectable

Credible and incredible

I am nature

Echoed and Mirrored

Blistered and withered

Walked on and flown by

Soared high and blown by

Known and unknown

I am nature

Owned and disowned

By my own

Thrown and left alone

By my own

Bits and pieces;

Left here and there

Reminder of what I was

Reminder of my share

Weeds next to the concrete

Water seeping under the roof

Floods on the mountain

Lives lost in a poof

I am claiming my share

I am taking what’s fair

I am nature

Art ruined by art

Mine ruined by yours

I am bleeding and crying

I am weeping and dying

You are soaring but falling

You are roaring but failing

You are my work

And I will claim my work

I am nature 

(C) Juztamom 2013

Written for Real toads Hannah's Nature's wonder Salar de Uyuni.

This prompt triggered something weird in me. The beauty and calm of the Salt flat reminded me of the power of nature....Soft and Subtle yet powerful!! It reminded me of the recent floods at Uttranchal India. We claimed pieces of nature and now nature is claiming what is rightfully hers!!

Little lovely dreams

Sleep tight my little one I am there

Shut your eyes my little one I am there

I will hold you tight

And never leave your side

Give me a hug and kiss me good night

All the wonderful dreams are waiting for you

Fairies in pink and clouds in blue

Let me sing you a song by a nightingale

Let me read you a poem that will help you sail

In little lovely dreams

Little lovely dreams

With golden light and neem

Bursting with bliss

That you should never miss

Across the rice fields

Flying with no wings

Floating in the air

Dancing on the swings

Touching the moon

Eating the stars

Everything is soft; no one is harsh

In the little lovely dream

  

Shut your eyes and open your mind

Jump in the colors and leave behind

All your worries and all your hurries

Let me caress you gently

To leave you in a land of plenty

Little lovely dreams

Hold on to those dreams my little one

Shut your eyes my little one

Sleep tight my little one

I am there

(C) Juztamom 2013

Fireblossom at real toads challenged us to write a story in a poem about a poem or book with a poem; or with a poem!! Here

I have chosen "A cradle song" by Nightingale of India "Sarojini  Naidu". I hope I have done justice to the challenge.

Tomorrow is rising

Propel your believes
Bury your fury

Erase today and write a new story

There is always tomorrow

And tomorrow is rising 

No don’t give up
Your dreams are tender

Your mind may wander;

Be curious and render

That life is tough and the journey tougher

But don’t lose hope

There is always tomorrow

And tomorrow is rising

Doubts may surface

And you may get nervous
Uncles may growl and aunts may scowl

But don’t lose your pace

There is fun in the chase

Swap each shrill  with a slice of grit

Change your blues with a hint of wit

And don’t forget there is always tomorrow

And tomorrow is rising

No problem so strong that can’t be solved

No issue so strong that can’t be resolved

Factor in your strength and 

shake the indolence
Perch your dreams on a hilltop
and root it to substance

Look out, watch out, for tomorrow

I know tomorrow is rising

Don’t stay still

Have an urge and a will
to wend your own path
Be typical but class

Yesterday is gone,

Today is going

Tomorrow is there

And tomorrow is rising

Written for Toads Get listed!

Image credit Catarino

Wish I was free

Wish I was free

Free as bird, free to fly

Free as wind, roaring through sky

I wish I was cloud

Pour and downpour my heart aloud

Drop, sprinkle and thrust my tears with proud

Wish I was the blue of blue sky

Red in the morning and grey at night

Looking through clouds, dark and light

Wish I was the sea

Roaring at high tides, thriving at shores

Sobbing at low tides, seeping through pores

Wish I was the sunset,

Looked at with eager eyes,

Wondered at with sighs

Orange with hue, red with rue

Wish I was the sunrise,

Crimson and glowing,

Promising and knowing

  

Wish I was the red of bride’s blush

Eager to unite, scared to touch

Willing to fly, shy to nudge

  

Wish I was free of forms

Free from shapes

Free from expressions

Free to flow and free to swirl

Free to row and free to twirl

I wish I could skip on rainbows and jump of mountains

Blast like a volcano and burst like a fountain

Wish I was free

Inspired by the music of Veda Hille feature on Music with Marian on Real Toads.

Image credit sodahead

Amma's tiffin

A postcard of love

Glistened and glowing, with love and care

Wild and flowing, in grins and tears

Dipped in magic, dusted in flavor

Filled with love, layer on layer

Each cut, each burn

Each twist, each turn

Tidy untidy kitchen

Notes unspoken and written

Coins and pennies, notes and cards

Nothing when compared to hugs and hearts

Help of spices to tickle the taste buds

With each spoon and sprinkle, nostalgia rubs

Responsibility and growing up,

Falling and getting up

Memories and longing

All packed and pouring

Mark your calendar, set your alarm

Make room in your heart and your barn

A postcard of love is on the way

Amma's tiffin is on the way

Written for Write tribe contest #1 and linked with open link Monday at Real toads

Lost in your world

Lost in your world

Lost in the colors, in the fragrance, in your arms

Lost in the magic, in your world, in your charms

I dance on the petals and fly in the breeze

I breathe in each moment, each moment to freeze

Your world is exquisite, audacious and pure

Each color is valiant, each color demure

Your touch as bold as the orange hue

Your caress as soft as the subtle blue

I tip toe around and soak in each sight

Hopping on green, yellow and white

You spin me around to show me more

I see from your eyes the heavens galore

Eager to lose, in a quest to win

Glowing in red, burning in pink

Time has stopped, life has stopped

Each moment in your world,

Is a life time unfurled

My life lost in your life

My world lost in your world

Lost in the orange, white, pink and green

Found in the flush, blush, subtle and serene

Written for Toads

Image credit :Pixabay

I walk barefoot

I walk barefoot with no direction

My direction lost with you

You scratched my soul

You stabbed deep in my heart

The void is still there

Your marks are still there

I look for you in no direction

I walk barefoot with no direction

I walk leaving blood spots

If you ever come looking for me

You will find my blood,

You will find pieces of me scattered here and there

I keep falling in no direction

I walk barefoot with no direction

With sin eating me away one by one

Nothing left, all eaten away

I only have eyes left, to wait for you

I wait for you in no direction

Written for  fireblosson friday on Real toads 
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My bouffant beauty

To celebrate my love for you, for your heart clutched in mine

I take a vow, each little you in me will remain conserved

I will be a memoir your beauty deserved

I will freeze all the moments

And frame all the happenstance touches

Heirloom of our love,

Your perfection and my Imperfection

The Monologue of our winks

The dance of our grins

Everything that my heart observed, everything that my eyes saw

Will remain etched in my soul

The Oodles of your laughter, near the willow

The reserve of your tears, on the pillow

Osmosis you were, Punk I was

Beauty you were, Nerd I was

Now I stand near the riverbed of your mirage

See you saturate and camouflage

In a butterfly

With Singed brows I look at the sky

To see you soar and transfuse into nature

Your core transparent, devoid of any humor, without any whimsy.

I tiptoed to reach you, you were not there,

My extended hands returned empty

“A memoir by a husband for his deceased wife”

Written for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads  Helen's Choice

Image courtsey Aaiero