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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We Meet

(C) Juztamom

We meet

In the middle of the bridge

Eyes locked with eyes

Hands held together

Distance covered together

Step for step

Vow for vow

We meet

In the middle of the bridge

No questions asked

All questions answered

Who cared who cared

We didn't

Together we were

Is all that mattered

Wink for wink

Nudge for nudge

Promise for promise

We meet

In the middle of the bridge

Longest bridge to cross

Longest distance to travel

Traveled in the shortest amount of time

Smile for Smile

Tear for tear

Nod for nod

We meet

In the middle of the bridge

(C) Juztamom 2013

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Born

With each day, each leaf, each turn of sun rays

I am born each day

My eyes twinkle and my heart tinkle

With the onset of summers

I wait for you like a long lost lover

To fill my womb with love and warmth

To make my heart gloat till my throat

Is about to explode

To make me more than complete, to give me more than enough

To last when you are gone, to make sure I do not suffer

My summer

I smile at autumn, with my sole golden leaf

Dancing with other leaves,

Swimming through the golden river

Swaying strongly with a vigour

I don’t mourn at my loss

I smile and bid adieu

I know you will be back

Back very soon,

After flying through the sky and fiddling through the world,

You will be back,

Back where you belong

I live through harsh winters

I live through cold

The warmth underneath keeps me alive

The dream of your touch keeps me alive

I live waiting for you,

Your touch,

Each turn of my sunrays

 

I linger for you my spring

Your touch and caress fill my branches

You give me color which overflow my ranches

Red, orange, white and pink hues

Every color vibrant and every touch true

You give me patience and enough love

Due and undue

 I am born with each season, each touch, each gain and each loss

(C) Juztamom 2013
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I ran

 At the stroke of midnight

I ran,

I ran from you, from my pain, from my past

I ran from you, from my love, from my life

I ran from me, from hurts, from strive

I ran

From known

To unknown,

To future black and bleak

Without you crazy and weak

But for you,

I ran,

From you

 

I ran like a crazy man,

I ran with my legs and my soul

My legs running in all directions, away from you

My soul entwined with you but running away from you

I ran

Your love engulfed me

Your eyes overwhelmed me

Your bare soul made me weak

Your deep eyes made me weep

Your touch your look gave me spasm  

My heart still bleeding, couldn’t take your passion

Hence I ran

I ran from your love and my obsession 

My heart couldn’t believe the love you offered

I kept hurting you and saw you suffer

You felt trapped, I felt locked

My mind was numb and my senses shocked

I asked this question again and again

Am I fair to you?

Am I your Man?

And my mind gave me this answer again and again

No, you don’t deserve her

Will you be able to preserve her?

Will you look after the pieces of her heart?

Will you be able to restart?

You hardly manage to let go of the past,

You hardly manage to breathe on your own

How will you be her Man?

Will you ever be able to be a part of her plan?

Would you be able to give her the due?

Will you ever stand up and say I do?

I knew, I would never

And I ran!

I ran so you could see a better tomorrow

I ran so you could be out of my sorrow

I ran to give you wings

I ran to give you wins

I ran to let you fly

I ran in the night,

To let you see the day,

I ran so I could die,

Without you

I ran,

So you could live without me

(C) Juztamom 2013

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

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Age

"treasured stories

an era of love

wrinkled hands entwined together"

Written for Haiku Heights #271 Age
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