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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Reunion

The urge to reunite with her core was stronger today. Siya knew she didn’t belong here; her true self was inside. With a swift motion she dug the knife inside her and touched her bones. She reached the skeleton of what she was. She will never be incomplete again. 

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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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Dear Old Man

Dear Old Man,

Torn faded clothes, full of mud and dust

If I saw you elsewhere, I may have looked away in disgust

But that day I needed you

You were my last hope

For a second I resisted

I didn’t even look at you directly

You did all the talking, and

Didn’t even try to bargain

I was ready with my speech

But I suddenly realised

There is no need

You agreed for the bare minimum

Just then I noticed the smile

Red, white and yellow

But still so honest and warm

Not for a second,

I could look away

Where did the ugliness go?

I didn’t know

Just then I noticed your voice

Oh so mellow and full of wise

The warmth filled my core

And made me glow

I forgot the suffering

And went with the flow

You did your job

Job that needed no talking

Work that needed no personal touch

I extended the money, but

You folded your hands and refused to take it

That second you were richer, than

the richest person on earth

You came forward

Extending your hand towards my head

A gesture to pass on blessings

I nodded with tears in my eyes

I didn’t know why I cried

Only thing I knew was

Just then I was the richest person on earth

Just then I had met my angel

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I was 9 months pregnant and was supposed to travel to my parents’ place. I was heavy and due to various reasons I could barely walk. We reached the station late and at the last moment our train had changed tracks. We were to cross over to the other side of the station, through a foot over bridge but it was impossible for me to do so. The only other way was to cross over through the tracks at the back but the distance was too long for me to walk. We needed a wheel chair. It was late in the night and there was no one around to help us find a wheel chair. Suddenly an old man appeared with a wheel chair who agreed to help us. We discussed the money and he readily agreed to what we offered. I agreed to go with him alone through the other side, since my husband had to carry the entire luggage; we decided he would cross over through the bridge.  It has been almost 6 years but I still remember his face. I was scared of him initially. But within a few seconds he started talking and I was at ease completely. We crossed the track and I didn’t even realise. I said thank you to him and took out the money to give him. Not only did he refuse to take the money but he also extended his hands and with a very gentle voice blessed me. Even before I could say anything, he left. After a few months, my husband went back to the station to look for him. He wanted to pay him his dues. But no one had heard of him or seen him there ever. It was like he never existed. Many may not believe me (like my husband) but I know he was my angel. He was my Govind.

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I am participating in the 30 Days Letter Challenge where you write one letter each day. The 6th in the list is a letter to "A Stranger"

Dear Dreams

Dear Dreams

You have a life of your own

There are multiple me living somewhere

With lovers and alone

Remember the time,

You let me fall, in the deep dark ditch

Naked and broken

My pieces falling and

Talking to each other

Each is a me

Crying and weeping

For everything lost

Everything died

Remember the time

You let me fly

High up over the mountains

Sitting on a feather

Through the most gentle breeze

Singing lullaby

To every passerby

Who were they?

Why were they flying with me?

All pink and blue

All nice and new

Full of life

Remember the time

When you went from flying,to

dying in a split second

Then getting up

And talking to me

Asking me to get up

Telling me it is just a dream

I got up talking to you

Who is one more me

Leaving a dying me behind

Holding your hand

When you pushed me again

In the deep ditch

And I started breaking in pieces

Even before I could reach the dark

Each me trying to get up from the dream

And each me failing

Each me falling

Remember the time

One of us survived

And got up from the dream?

Yes that’s me

I always survive you

Come back, live, and

Test you again

(C) Juztamom

I am participating in the 30 Days Letter Challenge where you write one letter each day. The 5th in the list is a letter to ‘Your dreams’