Last Night…

Sometimes, dreams try to talk to you



Last night I saw you on my way,
Talking to someone and walking away,
I saw you were all smiling and happy with your life,
While you made me to think all about my life.
Last night I saw you turned to look at me,
And your helpless eyes spoke to me,
I felt a twitch in my heart as I saw the sea infront of you,
Were you happy for yourself or for someone that you knew?
Last night I saw that you were saying goodbye,
While wind whispered in my ears all the secrets of your eye,
In that cold dark night I saw your tears coming through,
Last night I think I dreamt of you.
-JMJ

Beauty! Where is it?



With a flawless skin which has no sign of aging,
And dark long hair which can be really engaging,
Deep blue eyes which has an ocean inside,
Anyone would love to dive in without knowing what is inside,
She has a perfect smile that can lit up the sky,
But with a dark heart reflecting all the evils under the sky.



Other one is an epitome of ugliness that's how the world see,
With no facial features or perfect teeth,
People love to swipe quickly as her picture comes on screen,
But her acts of kindnesses are always honoured behind the screen.
Her eyes are doves symbolizing peace and love,
And hands so warm that can calm any storm with a touch or a hug,
She is a free spirit woman who you can never tame,
So, if I want to define beauty what it would be?
-JMJ

Stranger


Something strange happened today,
I got a smile for the rest of the day,
We met a charming lady on our way to the shop,
While I was rushing through and said my girl to chop chop.
This woman at an elderly age,
Was sitting on a wheelchair and looked like a sage,
She waved,smiled and gave my child a shake hand,
It gave me a feeling like someone has already planned,
To meet a stranger and to make my day,
I would love to meet a stranger like her everyday.
-JMJ

My sketch

When you are physically and mentally tired and all you need is something that can lift you up, what will you choose?

What I do is, I search for my pencils and when I find them, then it’s sketch time. So, here is my sketch today.

Hope you will like it.

As Years Pass By

As years pass by,
I wonder if would ever see anyone to whom I said goodbye,
All my friends from my childhood,
And the people who lived in my neighborhood.


The teachers who taught me the right from wrong,
My first crush with whom I never got along,
The people who encouraged me to dance and paint,
The grandma next door who told the story of a saint.


As years pass by,
I wonder to how many people I have said goodbye,
The people who once I thought that I could not live without,
Now, sometimes I think what was that about?


As years pass by,
I wonder how fast the time flies by,
If I could ever walk back my life,
I would never miss a chance to say a proper goodbye even though we had a strife.
-JMJ

Late Bloomers…

Late Bloomer…

If you think that your time is gone to change your attitude, job or profession, then have a look at this rose. It is a late bloomer and yet so beautiful and elegant.

It’s not about ‘when’ that matters, it’s about recognizing and accepting your talents and capabilities at your own pace. It’s about defining yourself who you really are, no matter the circumstances.

There are so many examples of extraordinary and successful late bloomers in the world.

An Indian actor, Paran Bandopadhyay, a retired government job employee started his acting career in television and films at the age of sixty.

Vincent van Gogh, a Dutch painter became one of the most famous and influential figures in the history of Western art after his death.

Colonel Harland David Sanders, an American businessman, who began his franchise, Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) in his sixties.

Oscar Swahn, a Swedish marksman won Olympic gold medals when he was 60 and 64.

Marjorie Rice, an amateur mathematician who had no formal education in mathematics after high school, began studying tessellations at the age of 51 or 52.

If you ask me about one of my personal favorites among late bloomers then it’s Boman Irani, the man who made his big break in Bollywood at 44 years of age and is known for his versatility and talent.

So, do you still believe that you are too late to improve your skills or to dust off your talents? Have faith in yourself and take a leap.. Let yourself bloom…

Please leave your comments on the post as I would really love to read them.

The Mirror..

I saw dark circles under my eyes,
But they always told the truth and never the lies,
They have hope beyond the troubles in the world,
Even when I was feeling all crumbled.
I saw wrinkles on my face,
But they reminded me of all the laughters and the grace,
They were not only the signs of my love and care,
But also my strong determination and will that you must beware.
I saw my hairs are turning grey,
That's not a reason for dismay,
That salt and pepper hairs on my head,
Are the signs that I have come so far ahead.
-JMJ

A Regret In My Life…

Have you ever had an incident in your life which has affected you a lot later? Something, which is still fresh in your mind even if it had happened a long time ago. A face that you cannot forget.

I have a story to tell you which has been haunting me since several years. I still remember the day when I was going to church with my mother and my little brother. I think I was twelve or thirteen years old. While walking, I saw a middle aged man, walking towards us. From a distance itself I had a feeling of uneasiness. When he came nearer I gave him a glance and I took my mother’s hand to hold in shock.

You must be thinking that he might have done something. Then, you are wrong. In this story, I’m the villainess. My behavior was totally based on his physical feature, his facial disfigurement. It was like he didn’t have a nose or mouth and those organs were all joined together to appear like a big mass on his face. I had never seen anyone like that before. The way I reacted after I saw him was so rude and unkind that he quickly walked past us bowing his head. But before he did that I saw disappointment and sadness on his face.

That night, I couldn’t sleep because I got scared of him. It didn’t occur to me at that time that I’m the one who had hurt him. Only thing that bothered me was his face. It took a few years and a nursing degree course to make me realize what was the cause for his disfigured face. What I did was so wrong even though it was unintentional.

I still remember his face but the feelings are not the same. Regret has taken the place of fear. That was the first and the last time I saw him. I never got the chance to say sorry to him in person.This post is a confession and I would like to take this chance to say, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I was so ignorant and unkind that I behaved like that. I’m sorry that I judged you based on your face without knowing you in person. I’m sorry that I hurt your feelings when I looked away because I wanted to avoid you. I’m deeply sorry for what I have done.” So if you read this, I hope that you do, please take it as an apology from my heart.

My Little Sunshine….

When my life turns upside down,
When I feel all alone,
When none of the things feel right,
When everything in front of me is an upsetting sight,
I see you running towards me,
To wrap your arms around me,
Then you give me your soothing kiss on my cheeks,
Did I ever tell you this?
That you are my little sunshine,
You are my little sunshine...
-JMJ

The Remorse


I saw a girl down the street,
A toddler who loved a treat,
With an innocent smile she wandered around,
From one place to another as she didn't remember where she was found.
With a plastic carry bag on her hand,
She was following the big girl who was in command,
Picking up the litters to buy some food,
But I'm sure it was no good.
I walked past her in a hurry to get my bus,
Thinking that I would get another chance and no need of a fuss,
Doing the same thing the whole week,
Finally I found sometime for the weak.
Waiting for her with a bag in my hand,
I never thought that I would be so late to understand,
That reaching out to others is never a waste of time,
Now, all I got is a feeling of remorse that I was not there for her on time.
-JMJ