Saturday 12 October 2013

Alive?

I am free
Free of forms
Forms that bind
Bind to love, life and duties
Duties that are endless
Endless hours and thankless job
Job became I
I was stuck
Stuck in the hours
Hours that flew
Flew but never ended
Ended but were always there
There I was stuck
Stuck in the circle
Circle of life
Life I lived but never did
Did I live?
Live through others was my life
Life that I lived but never did
Did I live?
Live..yes I did but like a dead
Dead I am but alive more than my life
Life that was spent on others
Others whom I left behind
Behind my walls, shelves, racks and death
Death is liberating
Liberating and free
Free I am
Am I dead?
Dead but alive

Alive more than life

Naked

Naked in my dreams
Falling through sky
Panting and dry
Running from wolfs
Sitting on a tree
Sinking in fire
Burning in water
I am naked in my dreams

My visions are weird
My lovers are none
My heart is bleeding
And I am running from guns
I cut and I throttle
I cry and I smother
I wear my tears
I live in my fears
And I am naked
Naked in my dreams


My follies are my thoughts
My fiends are my friends
I live in a never land
With bricks and stones to eat
I kick everyone around
And I get kicks
And I am naked
Naked in my dreams

I get on the roof
And look down
Only thing I can see
Is the dark and brown
Of my unknown thoughts
Of my bare soul
Of my stomach pit
Brown and black
Black and grey
Covered in ashes
Smeared in blood
Clenching my teeth
Gritting my guts
Wearing nothing but me
I am naked

Naked in my dreams
Dead in my sleep
Falling and dying
Sinking and running
From me
I don’t know why
I am naked in my dreams



Writer's note: The prompt suggested we write about our darker sides. My dreams are my darkest side...they always have been. I still call them dreams and not nightmares because I am not scared of them..may be they reflect my negetive mind frame that most of the times I refuse to acknowledge.

Thursday 3 October 2013

Children are not trophies

Being a parent I am a part of lot of official and unofficial parents' groups, I interact with a lot of other parents and with each interaction and with each parent, I see the race increasing, the need to prove that their child is better than your child. I am not generalizing here I have seen this enough number of times to call this a phenomenon amongst parents.

Children are brought forward and their each and every..even trivial accomplishments spoken about in high pitched voices in almost all parents’ gathering I attend these days. What happens when this happens?

Or you can ask what is wrong if this happens? If the child has accomplished something then why not blow your own trumpet in front of the world? I say...There is nothing wrong in doing this sometimes. I also do it and I ask every parent to please go ahead and praise your kids for their achievements which are important. But if you do it for every small thing, please pause and ask few pertinent questions.

What are you celebrating..your child's accomplishments or your child's accomplishments as compared to other children?

If the answer to above question is that..you are not comparing your child with anyone else but you like to talk about everything he/she excels in, think again.

A simple poem written for the first time or the first sentence framed on their own will also be achievements. But what if they do it after most of their friends have done it? What if he/she is the last person in the class to grasp a new concept? Will you still celebrate these achievements?? If yes..please go ahead and do it for things which you think are important. Not every line drawn, not every word spoken is a milestone to be shared with the world, right?

If you celebrate each and every small thing your child achieves, don't you think this will put a lot of pressure on your child? He/She would be under immense pressure to perform and to excel/succeed in everything. It creates a ripple effect. The more you will talk about their small/little accomplishments, the more you will expect them to succeed in everything. The more you will expect from them, the more pressure will be there on them.

Once you start shouting out loud and displaying them as trophies..it increases pressure on them and on you because now they are expected to perform everytime. They are expected to not fail every time. Parents become a part of this trap, it becomes a cycle which is difficult to break and kids become a mere prey in the game, a mere trophy to showcase.

If we continue doing this every time for every little success what will happen when they don’t succeed?

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How will we feel when every other parent is talking about how well their child is doing in maths in their class and we know our child is lagging behind. If you are a parent who is use to of displaying your child like a trophy, you will put unnecessary pressure on your child to perform. The motive will not be to make him learn and understand the concept, the motive will be to make him win, make him come first in this ongoing race. And if you are a child of such parent what will be your frame of mind. You would be terrified of failures, you would be petrified to face your parents for every missed question and every wrong answer.

Yes we should be proud of their accomplishments, yes we should motivate them, encourage them but do we need to do it for everything and do it every time we see other parents? Are we trying to prove that our children are better than other children everytime? What is the need? Really?? Why?? Why do we care?

Shouldn’t we also tell them that it is okay to fail and fall sometimes? Infact they should fail so that they learn how to stand up and succeed through failure.

As a parent I am also tempted so many times. I know my child is doing well and there are times I do talk about the things he is doing well but I don’t want him to think he is better than other children in everything. Because he is not. So I don’t do it every time. I do it for things that I know are important for him, things that are really big to be spoken of atleast once.

When he does lags behind I do feel a little off, get a little upset but I move on and focus  on him learning the concept, even if he is doing it last in the class. Why am I okay with it? Because I have not created unrealistic expectations around my children.. I do talk about their accomplishments but I prioritize. I define. I keep it under certain boundaries. I also accept it is not easy, we love our kids and it is so nice to talk about their accomplishments, to praise them, to see others praise them but what came as an eye opener for me, was a look at such kids who were under a lot of pressure, who were trying to outdo other kids, who were competing not only with other kids but also with themselves, trying to outdo one achievement after the other. A look at their face every time they do not succeed, every time they fail will break your heart.

I will try my best to keep my children away from the rat race. I don't know how long I will be successful in it but I will try. They are not trophies, medals to display...they are my children, my champs and like me they excel in few things and they are not good in others. I am completely okay with it. 

It is their life, their accomplishments, we are a part of it. Their life is not about me but about them.

They have to be prepared for failures, hurts and tears. And we have to be there everytime when they fall. No we cannot fall when they fall, we can’t rest when they rest. It is not about us when we are with them. It is about them. We cannot make it about us, it will never be.

Children are not trophies or medals, they are not our property to be displayed.


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Wait

A long walk I walked
A thousand cries I cried
I was alone
I was lonely
A long life I lived
Waiting for you

I hoped you will come along
And sweep me off the feet
I wished you will magically appear
Soon we will meet
You will dust away the webs
And comb the wrinkled sheets
A thousand times I fell
Waiting for you

Days spent, nights burnt, years wasted
In the eternal wait
I gave up and fell on the face
feeling weak, being lost in the race
And then I knew
The wait will never be over
Because there is no wait
Because there is no one else
But there is me
And I am enough
Enough to fall down and get up
Enough to conquer the world
Without a crutch
Enough to be happy
And spread the love
I am me
I am enough

(C) Juztamom 2013

Writer’s note: This poem is reminiscent of my thoughts when I first started writing poetry years back


Wednesday 2 October 2013

Lost without you

In a blind haze I run after you
You left me dry and pleading
You became me and
left me needing

I started living through you
You became my each moment
You were my time,
You were my rhyme
You filled my day and
You became my dreams
You became my voice
And you were my screams
You became me and
Left me mute

Where ever I look I see your prints
I keep hoping you are still there
But my heart sinks
Only your imprints but you are not there
I try and envision but don’t find you anywhere
You were the soul of my empty sack
You were there everywhere
In the soft chuckle
In the loud giggle
In the warmth of fingers
In sighs and quivers
In the balcony
On the table
In the kitchen
With the ladles
With the stars in the night
In the music and in the fights
You became me
And left me aching

I am lost without you
I am not alive without you
I plead and pray
For you to come find me
For you to come to me
For you to be me
My muse,
Come make me cry again

Come make my pen fly again

(C) Juztamom 2013