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
Shared with OctPoWriMo Day One

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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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Your work as beautiful as you

People said give up, let it go,

You are alone, you have a handicap,

You will never survive,

You survived

And you worked

Your work as beautiful as you

You were beautiful when you swept and you cleaned before we got up

You were beautiful with sweat dripping from your forehead

And light beaming through your eyes

You were beautiful when you hugged us and showed us the clean room

You were beautiful when you held the door to steady yourself

And when you kept on picking up the falling broom

You were beautiful sans any jewelry

You were pretty and bright,

Even when the lender didn’t show any chivalry

Beaming from ear to ear

when you sold your last piece

You had twinkling eyes, and no trace of fear

When you stitched our dresses from your wedding gifts

Each stitch each cut taking hours and hours

You were beautiful with those intense eyes running on the seam

Making sure everything is as pretty as a dream

Walking down miles to save every rupee

Crying with our cries and pleading with our plea

Standing up for us against the whole world

Standing up for yourself against the herd

No crutches for your handicap

No excuses for anything bad

You were beautiful when you presented to the world

Your brave face,

Your firm stature

You were beautiful when you presented to us,

The bright future

As big as our dreams

As vivid as rainbow

As possible as tomorrow

You were beautiful when you looked in the mirror and smiled

You were beautiful when people taunted at your handicap and you were still kind

You were beautiful when you picked me up with one hand and hugged me tight

You were beautiful when you walked with a limp and never looked down and sighed

You are beautiful today for not wanting to mend and slow down

You are beautiful, as beautiful as my each trophy, each medal and each crown

You are beautiful because you made me believe in beauty of life

You knew when to let go and let us rise

You knew when to not follow and let us fly

We moved on and

May be the work you loved was over

May be it was time for you to slow down and not be a soldier

You are beautiful because you decided to start over

You decided to not stop,

You decided to contribute,

You decided to continue,

In your own special way

You are beautiful because you are still working

In your own special ways

Working for others, working through nights

Working through days

Working for those who need you

Carrying the red, pink and blue

Living their nightmares and sharing their hues

You are as beautiful as your work

Your work as beautiful as you

Dedicated to my mother, a special god’s messenger who survived and overcame her physical handicaps. And she literally brought us up single handily and is spreading her love to those in need even today.

“Life is as beautiful  and as handicapped as your thoughts”

This post is part of 'As Beautiful As Your Work' Contest sponsored byMia by Tanishq hosted by Women's Web.

Rain Tan Renga

passing under the leafy willows

of a street of temples

                                      an evening of rain                               (Shirao)

sound of Priests singing to God

                     blends with the hush of raindrops        (Juztamom)

The first haiku is written by Shirao (1735-1792); followed by the second stanza written by me.

Written for Carpe Diem Tan Renga # 10.  

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