Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Z For Zzzzzzzz

anything for you
love you to bits
an extra hour of Zzzzzzz

#atozchallenge2014
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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Monday, 28 April 2014

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. 

Shared with NaPoWriMo.

Image credit here

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http://jaibalarao.com/   - Jaibala

Y For Yesterday

Snippet Of A Day In My Life

Willing to fly
Not stopping for a second
Born only yesterday

AtoZ Challenge
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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Sunday, 27 April 2014

X For Xerox

Snippet Of A Day In My Life

Smiles with his eyes
Cries with his heart
Just like me

AtoZ Challenge
X Xerox
My five year old is so much like me that sometimes I feel like I am seeing myself in the mirror. He is all heart, laughs and cries with a vigor. Just like me. Sometimes it scares me, reminds me of all the heart breaks and aches I had to go through but it also means he will experience the joy with complete heart. It means he will live and experience the life way more than many people around him. More pain, more joy and more life lived!

Here he is smiling with his eyes. I literally can live in those eyes!




What about you? Is there someone you feel who is completely or somewhat like you?


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The Road

What holds for us in the future is,
what we build
What we leave behind is,
just foot prints
The road comes from no where
And it leads to no where
It walks with us
We carve it
We build it
we lead it
And finally we leave it


(C) Juztamom

Shared with NaPoWriMo. The prompt was to write a poem for one of the four photographs shared on the website. I have used the above.

Some of the fellow participants:
http://jaibalarao.com/   - Jaibala