Light was her companion, Shadows her playmates, Born with a heart of gold, The kid was always full of hope. Taking her little fingers out, She made shapes of butterfly and goat, Laughing at allher creations, She never thought that she would face a retaliation. Growing up she made jokes on all the shadow creatures that she made, Making stories for her play, She directed them how to move, And was proud to write their screenplays.
Situations changed, The kid grew upto become a fine young woman, She never remembered her little friends, And forgot about all the plays that she madefor them. Now,the light she loved became dimmer day by day, Atlast,to find herself all alone in a dark way, Scared to death, She tried to find back her shadow friends.
All in a vain, Not knowing about the darkness that she was in, "Where are you all? I'm afraid, please come back", she screamed, But, things were going to unfold in a way that she never would have thought or could have dreamed. In darkness, her friends started to show their true colours, Even her own shadow disappeared leaving her distressed, All other ones played a different gamewith her, This time, they wrote a screenplay for her. -JMJ
It's all over me and inside me, From the uppermost layers of dead cells of my skin, To the innermost dark caves of my soul, From birth to till this age, All those fingerprints had mademe, And moulded me.
The tapping hands on my back when I was born to make me breath, The soothing ones when I cried, The loving touch of my mother and father, And the caring ones of my beloved grandparents.
The naughty ones of my little brother who pulled my hair during fights, Teachers who gave their blessings on my head, The friends who loved to hold my hands and hug, And the family next-door who gave me food when my parents were not at home.
The touch of a person who I loved the most, The words of the same which made prints on my heart and soul, The people who disgraced me for who I'm, The hands which tore me inside out.
The little fingers which aroused all my motherly instincts, To love and to care without any conditions, To be strong against all the evils when it's needed, To find happiness and be hopeful about the future.
The person who left me hanging on the thread, The people who ruined everything what was left, The hands which shattered everything one after another, To destroy my life and to crush my spirit.
All those fingerprints in my life, Taught me how to be a human, To be brave and vulnerable at the same time, To be positive when I find negativity all outside, To smile and be kind to someone who is being unkind.
While fluttering around, Beautiful with vibrant colored wings, I captured your attention, And I saw that you were totally in awe of my beauty! Where is your attention? Is it on my wings? I'm not just that, Those wings are the signs of my success, From hardship and darkness, And I'm proud of them. But, I'm more than that. Once I was a caterpillar, Just like any other worms I used to crawl, To fill my belly, And I ate, I ate so much that one day I couldn'tmove.
I was not able to take a single step and I lost my appetite, No one cared about me, So, I found shelter in darkness, Left alone to die, I covered myself so that no one could ever see me. I spent several days in despair with no light in my life, But, that was not the end, I transformed that I could no longer stay in the cage, That I made myself for me. Now, I'm free, I'm humble and I'm strong, Not just beautiful, So, where is your attention? Is it on my wings? -JMJ
Sitting in my comfortable couch, Trying to get a solutionfor my boredom, I changed channels from one to another, That's when,I heard shrieking from men and women, From a land far away. Carrying there children in their hands, They are rushing to get all the help they can have, Those children have deep holloweyes, And with just skin and bones, We can count the ribs that they have got.
While the governments are busy to show off their political strength and power, Parents are selling children to satiate their hunger, They go door to door to ask if anyone needs a child, So that they can find some money to feed another child. Mothers are helpless Fathers are hopeless, Public is clueless, Governments show no remorse as if they are guiltless, And me, writing a poem on it is pointless! Unless, We satisfy those hungry eyes and stomach with love and food regardless, Of age,caste,creed,color, nationality, religion or sex. -JMJ
The Diary Of The Leaves (This picture was taken a year back)– JMJ
Fallen leaves lying down in disgrace, While waiting to be crumbled and crushed by others, They feel the ground, so cold and dead, And see the grey sky with no rayofhope. They remember the spring when they were new and fresh, So beautiful, green and tender, They were the best companions of the tree whom they adored, And shared everything with each otherso that they couldgrow.
Then came the summer where they loved to give shelter, To everyone who came to them from the scorching sun, Or from the downpour in June, Their compassion and care helped others to live, love and breed. In autumn, they brought colors into life, The trees adorned them like precious ornaments, Enjoying everyone's attention and praise, They were at their peak. Then, they started to fall, Some even didn't try, But others gave a fight with the wind, Not willing to let go off that tiny little connection with their mate.
Lying on the ground they can see the bare tree, their old companion, The squirrels, birds and the insects to whom they gave shelters to, And the people who found shade under them too. So now, they are waiting for winter eagerly, To cover themselves with snow, To erase all the memories, To forget and to be forgotten. -JMJ
I'm here, I'm right here, Waiting for my time to blossom. Will the sun caress me with it's light? Or will the clouds sprinkle love on me with it's droplets?
I'm here, I'm right here, Waiting to open myself to the world. Will they accept my beauty as natural as it is? Or will they compare me to the flower next to me?
I'm here, I'm right here, Waiting to give my smell to the world. Will they love me as I'm, no matter from where I belong? Or will they try to pluck me and put me somewhere, thus losing my home?
I'm here, I'm right here, Waiting to see the world. Can I give happiness and hope to the world the way I'm? Or should I be worried about my future? -JMJ
When I first found you, I thought it's good to have you, You made me believe that you helped me grow, And that you are the reason that I glow. But then as years passed by, You made your way to each and every cells of mine, Killing all the normalcy, There were times that I couldn't even clearly see. Many years passed and you became a part of me, Biting my lips I tolerated all the painyou caused to me. But now, as your toxin is spreading to my brain and affectingthe people around me, It's time to do a surgical incision and do an ectomy. -JMJ
Shattered into pieces by her unkind fate, She was in a complete disastrous state, Called by the society as a misfit, She was about to surrender in defeat. Then a voice came from inside, "There's a lot in you that you have not tried, Take your time to make it right, Believe in yourself and give a good fight." So she picked herself up from the ground, Every little broken pieces of her and glued, To make it whole and beautiful again, And made sure to put some flowers too this time which was a gain. -JMJ
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What made you think that you are beautiful than others? Is that your face and an unblemished skin which has only a few days to expire?
What made you think that you are stronger than others? Is that the physical strength of your body which can be taken by an accident or a disease you acquire?
What made you think that you are superior to others? Is that your status and money which all can be gone by a heavy rain or a fire?
What made you think that you are higher than others? Is that your religion which is making you to conspire?
What made you think that you are above of any other human being in the world? Because the day you are buried in the ground, worms will have the pleasure of eating you without any discriminations or bias. -JMJ
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A Life's Journey 