Wednesday 6 August 2014
Dear Sis
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Dear Sis,
I picked a pen to write something to
you
I opened my notebook to say something
to you
But I failed miserably
How do I talk sense?
How do I be sensible?
When it comes to you
I am the silly,
You are the grounded
I am the hyper
You are the ground
You are my child,
You are my mom
I am the tide
You are my calm
I have wings
And you taught me how to fly
I wouldn't have lived
As much as I do
If it was not for you
I wouldn't have loved
As much as I do
If it was not for you
I wouldn't have survived
I wouldn't have thrived
If it was not for you
I am what I am
Because you are what you are
I don’t know how to write a letter to
you
I don’t know how to tell anything to
you
Because you always know
I don’t have to write
I don’t have to say
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I am participating in the 30 Days Letter Challenge where you write one letter each day. The 4th in the list is a letter to ‘Your siblings’
Tuesday 5 August 2014
Dear Ma
Dear Ma,
I am writing this letter to you, to
tell you that I am free, finally. It took me decades to reach here but I did.
Just to clarify, I have no complaints
(big) from you as a mother. You did your best; you had limited resources, no
support and I understand that. You literally raised us single handily. But
growing up I do not remember a time when I was not aware of your physical
limitations. Initial few years of my life, I detested the handicap. I wanted my
life to be normal like others but it wasn't. I don’t know when I started owning
the handicap. I don’t remember when your physical limitation became my mental
block and I started living in my limited world. I never thought I had a life.
Your life was my life and your story was my story. I decided to live your story
and your pains. All my losses were a reflection of my failure as a daughter and
all my victories were just stepping stones for a better life for you.
I
don’t know when my life became an apology for your life.
Only thing I remember is not enjoying
anything; always working ten times harder than anyone else around me. Only
thing in my mind was to make your life better somehow. It may sound strange
that a child was working hard for her parent’s future but that was my reality.
A reality I never questioned.
I don’t think it was your fault. I don’t
think you even realised what I was doing. I don’t think you wanted it like that
but I was like that for years and you never did anything about it.
I still remember the day, when for the
first time I enjoyed just being on my own and laughing out loud. And I also
remember the wave of guilt that came over me in the next few seconds. I ran
home and sat next you crying for hours, feeling like I have committed a crime.
That incident made sure I remain in my shell for many more years to come.
It took me years to realise that it is
okay to be just happy, for no reason, just because you don’t want to be unhappy.
I still remember when it happened. It just happened. I was just too happy and
my heart refused to be sad. The laughter started from somewhere deep in my gut.
I could feel it rising and travelling through my veins, bursting through my
pores, reaching my heart and finally releasing me from my prison of thoughts.
I never went back to my old self. It
took me years but I gradually found my own path, which of course was inter
connected with yours but it was not the same. It was my path. It was my story.
It was my life.
It was liberating, to just live. I
didn’t know life like this earlier. May be that’s why I live each and every
second of my life now. I have so much to do, so many years to make up to, so
many emotions still to feel and live. Every second matters. I laugh and cry
like there is no tomorrow. I am free, just like you are. You will always have
me. But I will not live your life.
I
am me, no more an apology of you, just me and being me is great!
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I am participating in the 30 Days
Letter Challenge where you write one letter each day. The 3rd in the list
is a letter to ‘Your Parents’
Sunday 11 May 2014
Why?
She
could feel the black, the cracks and the pores on her skin through which the
smoke was coming out. She could smell the fire that was engulfing her whole
being, inch by inch, part by part. She could hear the laughter coming from the
other room; the laughs were filling her soul and were coming out as her muffled
screams. She closed her eyes as her whole life ran in front of her, from her
loving childhood, to her marriage, to her monstrous husband and in-laws and a
tear fell through her eye, just one tear drop as she spoke her last words.
“Mom,
why did you send me back?”
Tuesday 29 April 2014
Being A Girl
Scared and in her own
Walking on the side
Walking with head down
Just walking on the road
Too shy to look up
Too nervous to share a glimpse
This is how she was brought up
To be proper and be prim
To look down
And not have a voice
To just walk on the road
Shown by others
Just walk in unknown of known
She always feared
Not someone else
But herself
Coz she was aware
Aware of her rising desires
Aware of her persistent thirst
Of knowledge
Of questions
Of reasons
Of whys?
Why was she treated like that?
She was born a girl,
So what?
Being a girl,
Was it that bad?
She knew it was only a matter of time
Her voice will find its way out
Her life will change forever
She may not be able to survive the
tyranny
If she did
She may not be able to survive the
irony
Of being finally free
So she was scared
For the future
Black or white
Dark or Bright,
Will come only
After a huge battle
A lone war
That she may not survive
(C) Juztamom
Shared with NaPoWriMo.
Image credit here
Some of the fellow participants:
http://janakinagraj.com/ – Janaki
http://jaibalarao.com/ - Jaibala
http://andiwrite.com/ – Count
http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan
http://advkaranshah.blogspot.in/ – Karan
http://thoughtspop.wordpress.com/ – Nithya
Z For Zzzzzzzz
anything for you
love you to bits
an extra hour of Zzzzzzz
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
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
Some of the fellow participants:
http://janakinagraj.com/ – Janaki
http://jaibalarao.com/ - Jaibala
http://andiwrite.com/ – Count
http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan
http://advkaranshah.blogspot.in/ – Karan
http://thoughtspop.wordpress.com/ – Nithya
Y For Yesterday
Snippet Of A Day In My Life
Willing to fly
Not stopping for a second
Born only yesterday
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?
Do you also feel like this? Has the time stood still or did it fly for you?
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
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!
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?
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://janakinagraj.com/ – Janaki
http://jaibalarao.com/ - Jaibala
http://andiwrite.com/ – Count
http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan
http://advkaranshah.blogspot.in/ – Karan
http://thoughtspop.wordpress.com/ – Nithya
Saturday 26 April 2014
Light From Heaven
Shaken
by the disbelief of my heart broken
and shattered
I ask heavens and hells together
To answer
my plea and show me the light, for
I
felt lost, left alone in the debris of lost love, bruised
and broken
drenched in my own tears and dampen soul
You
hold me in your arms, I feel light, as
a feather
flowing in the breeze, unknown
of its
origin and unaware of its purpose
you
guide me to the light inside you
I
find me
(C) Juztamom
Shared with NaPoWriMo. The
prompt was to write a poem in the form of a curtal
sonnet. The curtal sonnet is shorter than the normal sonnet,
fourteen line sonnet. Instead it has a first stanza of six lines, followed by a
second stanza of four, and then closes with a half-line.
Image credit here
Some of the fellow participants:
http://janakinagraj.com/ – Janaki
http://jaibalarao.com/ - Jaibala
http://andiwrite.com/ – Count
http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan
http://advkaranshah.blogspot.in/ – Karan
http://thoughtspop.wordpress.com/ – Nithya
Friday 25 April 2014
W For Wild
Snippet Of A Day In My Life
jump like frogs
move like elephant
wild family
W Wild |
We are quite wild as a family and no we don't behave much socially also. What is the fun in being a child if you have to behave like an adult everywhere? Yes there are places where they can't misbehave (Or act like a child) but there are a lot of other places where we behave and act like kids, birds, cats, monkey, elephant, frog etc etc. And that is so much more fun than being an adult.
Do you always behave? Or rather behave like a kid or is there a child in you that comes out on occasions? If possible share an incident when you were a kid and loved it.
And Some of the blogs that I love from V are listed below. Do check them out.
Prathima Rao's Vindicated
Suzy's Life's Jigsaw- Vibrational Energy
Prathima Rao's Vindicated
Suzy's Life's Jigsaw- Vibrational Energy
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To know more about the challenge and to participate please click here
I Run Around
Round and round I run around
In circles
I stop here
I stop there
Not knowing here
Not looking there
The sparkling white
The lovely light
The dancing clowns
The golden browns
In circles
But I don’t stop
And I don’t look
I am walking up
And
Walking down
in circles
The fire in the sky
The beautiful bride
The naked kids
The lonely tides
I pass through them
I look through them
But I don’t stop
And
I don’t look
I just keep my eyes
On the road
And move ahead
In circles
Where am I going?
Who knows?
When will this end?
Who knows?
What I know is that
You told me
I will find you
At the end of this circle
So,
I don’t mind
And
I don’t care
I just walk away
I just walk your way
In circles
Round and round I run around
In circles
(C) Juztamom
Shared with NaPoWriMo.
Image credit here
Some of the fellow participants:
http://janakinagraj.com/ – Janaki
http://jaibalarao.com/ - Jaibala
http://andiwrite.com/ – Count
http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan
http://advkaranshah.blogspot.in/ – Karan
http://thoughtspop.wordpress.com/ – Nithya
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