Being Me

"Being me is being crazy in love with life"

"Tiny steps

Little dreams

Being me

Is being a teen

Forever

Kodak moments

Shouts and hurrays

Being me

Is being lost in a holiday

Forever"

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AtoZ Challenge Theme Reveal

My first year at AtoZ Challenge and I am not jittery or nervous yet. I don’t know why? But I am sure I will sail through it. I can see many raising their eyebrows and thinking she has no idea what she has gotten herself into. It’s true I have no idea. May be that’s why I am not nervous, maybe that’s why I am so eagerly looking forward to it.

Initially I thought of going ahead without a theme. It somehow seemed easier but soon I realised I want to streamline my thought process. I want to define what I want to write because I have a tendency of going random and wild, writing random and long. So it will always be better to create a boundary for my ever wandering heart and pen.

Now came the question of how do I define my creativity? How do I limit the pen?

Answer was actually quite easy. There are a few things I am persistent and consistent about. I chose two things that I love a lot. Poetry more specifically “Haiku” and my kids. I wanted to write something which included both. After a lot of thinking through, I have narrowed it down to the following: (Drum Rolls please)

AtoZ Theme Reveal Blog Hop

“A day in my life”

Each day, every day in my life right now is full of surprises and excitement. There are so many words always flowing in the air and floating in my head. What is better than giving a small peek of my life?

And what is better than a Haiku, an art form that restricts and still sets you free and wild?

“Laughter, tears

Never-ending wilderness

A day in my life”

A Haiku dedicated to my theme :). I hope I do justice to the form and remain committed to it for the whole month.

Girl From Small Town

A girl from small town

A poet, a joker, a nosey clown

Runs around and laughs out loud

For she is thankful for the beautiful day

The blooming colors

The entwined garlands

The warmth and the chill in the air

Makes it a perfect day

A day she longs to remember

Through the year

A day she hopes will last

Through the year

A day she was born on

A day she wishes to live in

Forever

A day which is red, green and blue,

A day which is yellow, orange and brown

It is her birthday

Birthday of a girl from small town

No big parties,

No big gifts

She hopes for just

Small little bliss

Her friends,

Her family,

Her town

Around her

With her

Her world wrapped

In her world

Cheerful with smiles galore

Singing loudly

Rocking the floor

On her birthday

On my birthday

What more could I ask for

Small little moments of joy

On my birthday

For I am a just a girl

From a small town

(C) Juztamom 2014

Shared with Poets United Midweek Motif-Happy Birthday. A wonderful prompt to write on birthdays just a few days before my birthday :)

What Makes Our Home?

What makes our home...ours?

Our house, the furniture,

The new cutlery or the picture frame

The matching curtain or the uncanny rug

What makes our home..ours?

The games, the fights,

Rock, paper, scissor OR hide and seek

The pile of clothes and the showing of teeth

The laughs the tears

The stories the fears

The collectibles, the memories,

What makes our home...ours?

The handprints on the wall

Or the imprints on our heart

The nicely stacked book case

Or the storybook hiding behind the vase

The tip toe of tiny feet in the afternoon

The shoo the shaa of little voices

Hiding behind the cabinet

Lost in wonderland

Refusing to sleep

The stories, the tickles

The tantrums and the giggles

What makes our home...ours?

Our hands held below the table

The footsie or the remote fight

The stolen hug, the caress,

Goodbyes and welcomes

The late night drives

Or our impromptu  jives

The cold of the night

Or the warmth of the heart

What makes our home...ours

It is you, it is me,

It is us

We are our home

We are our world

Our home is ours because we are together

Seasons will change

Regions will change

Colors will fade

Black will become grey

Grey will become invisible

But hearts bonded for life

Destinies linked for life

This all will remain our miracle

We will remain us

We will make our home..ours forever

(C) Juztamom 2014

I am taking part in the Write tribe Festival of Words and  Day 3 is Free Write Day. To participate or to know more about it please visit here

Musings Of A Not So Confused Gal

What if you have a place which is full of all your favorite things in life?

What if in one plate you could find every food you like? Every taste you love?

What if before consuming it you had no idea how good it could be and then you get addicted?

What if a routine day turns into something extraordinary just by a few lines?

What if a few lines written by someone else becomes your expressions?

What if you could feel the pain of a stranger only by a peep in her world?

What if you could laugh with someone only by a glance at her joy?

What if someone opens a new world to you just by writing a few lines?

All this and many more is what I have found in the blog that I am sharing with you today. The blogger is a good friend, I love her work and I couldn’t think of any other blog to talk about but her’s.

Here’s introducing the musings of a not so confused gal “Pankti Mehta and her blog”

Pankti has a way with words. Words in her world flow magically. You never know when you leave your world and become a part of hers. You don’t feel the journey, you just see the destination. You live her stories.

Mind you some of her stories would break your heart in a thousand pieces. I have cried with her characters. There is a dark side to her as a writer that appeals to me the most. She is a brilliant story teller. Her stories are full of charisma, allure, love, pain and hope.

Let me tell you about the story that I like the most from her work. It is story from a different land “Industrious Land”. Story of Lali a girl from Industrious land and Himank a prince of snooze land. This story will transport you into a different time. I felt a part of it though it is strangely impossible to relate to it, yet the emotions are weaved in such that you won’t notice the strangeness of things. That is what the writer does. She convinces you of something that you could never imagine or dream of.

You can read the full story here.

 Next I would like to share something else that I love from her work. From the story of a strange land to the story of Simmi and Arpit which she is presenting as a series. It is called "For you". I have read few parts of the story and I loved the simplicity of it. Again I ended being a part of the story and could feel Simmi’s confusion and pain. When she was attracted to Arpit, I felt the attraction. When her heart broke, so did mine. I am hoping Simmi finds her solace in the story.

You can read it here.

I earlier spoke about connecting with the dark side of her. Let me share with you few words from a beautiful poem written by her. This is a poem I absolutely love. So much that I remember it by heart.

I am broken but alive,
Living and breathing,
Not cold and dead.
I may be beaten, but still I will fight,
I may yield but still I will stand straight,

I may get hurt but still I will hold my head high.
To defeat me, you will have to kill me,
Until then, I am broken but alive.
Living and breathing.

I leave you munching on these lines and I hope, rather I am sure there is something in her writing that will connect with you. And I am sure you will love her work as much as I do.

And last but not least I am really proud to share with you that Pankti is going to be a published author soon. Her most celebrated work will be soon available in the form of a novella. Something that I am looking forward to quite eagerly.

I am taking part in the Write tribe Festival of Words and this post is linked to Day 2 Blog Love. To participate or to know more about it please visit here