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.
Walking alone, Tired and fed up on herself, She felt hopeless, On her way back home, She found chaos everywhere, Not only around her, But also in her mind.
Shouting with excitement that her mama is home, Her little daughter opened the door when she rang thebell, Seeing her mama all exhausted, And offering to give a head massage with her little fingers, The daughter smiled pouring out all her love and care, And she found her little piece of heaven, On her daughter's lap. -JMJ
In that dark night, Where the moon decided to hide behind the clouds, Where the sky couldn't hold its tears and the broken earth's emotions had overflowed, She could feel dampness on her feet, The cold air found its hands to strangle her, She couldn't breathe, It felt like her legs were giving up, Soon drowning in the mud, She won't be visible to anyone.
So, she tried and God knows she tried, To pick herself up and to keep walking, Covering her ears, she kept her eyes wide opened, To protect herself from hungryhowling wolves, Who were waiting for the perfect time to pounce, She gathered every piece of her, And ran for the life.
That's when she saw the tunnel, And at the end of it, she could see a stunning star, Resembling all the lights that she had ever seen in her lifetime, But, when she tried to reach for it, Keeping her hopes high with a twinkle in her eyes, She realised that it was just a mirage, So she vanished into the thin air, As if she was just a dust in an enormous galaxy. -JMJ
Where are those days were people used to actually talk? When they had the time to look into someone's eyes and speak their heart, When they sat next to each other without any gadgets, But holding their hands. Where they used to lie down on the ground, Looking at the sky, They found 'Seven Sisters', And taking their time for the dreams to unfold.
Where are those days where a single flower from the lover was considered so precious, That it was secretly kept in between the pages of your favorite book? Where there was no Facebook or Instagram to declare your love, But used to spend days with hope waiting for their loved ones' letters.
Where are those days where there was a Romeo for a Juliet? A Mr. Darcy for an Elizabeth? A Majnu for a Laila? And a Dante for a Beatrice? May be I'm just an old soul, Looking for true love and kindness in this robotic world, Or may be I'm in wrong space and time where I don't belong, I think I should get back to my time machine. -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
She saw herself in a castle surrounded by all the courtiers. In the mirror, which was placed right in the centre of her bedroom, she found out that she was the princess. They asked her to leave the place as it was too risky to stay there. It was a fight or flight situation and she was a fighter. She would never leave anyone behind.
Knowing her very well, one of her advisor handed her an egg. She gave him a perplexed look. What was this all about? He told her that the enemies had already reached the gate and she should protect that egg from any harm. That was her duty towardsthe kingdom.
So,she ran as fast as she could keeping that egg safely in one hand and holding the sword in another. While running, she developed an attachment towards that egg as if it was something which belonged to her. It gave her a purpose to live and fight with the enemies with all her courage and strength.
In that dark night, where the moon also forgot to show herself, princess ran towards the battlement to reach the tower. She tripped on something and the egg fellfrom her hand. She screamed out of fear and pain. While falling from the height, the egg cracked and she saw a beautifulbaby. A human baby from an egg!!!
It was quarter to four in the morning. When I had woken up from the sleep all panicked and worried, I found myself all wet in my sweat after aterrible fight in the dream.Correction… Nightmare!
I still don’t understand why on the earth I was protecting an egg and why would a human baby hatch from it!! Any explanation or suggestions are welcomed.
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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
It was so wonderful to have you in my hands, That I jumped in excitement like a kid, I hugged and praised all your colourful features, And my heart swelled with pride because I knew that you belonged to me. When the wind came, you started to flutter, And I knew that you wanted to fly high in the sky, So, I carefully chose the string to tie it with you, Then ran towards the highest peak that I ever knew.
I looked for the wind directions to help you with your flight, And slowly detached myself from you for your wish to come true, When I saw your happiness I had to cut the string that attached you with me, To let you go,to see you roam freely. But, when the wind settles and you find that there is not even a breeze, To keep you motivated with your flight, Find your way back home, And I will be waiting with the perfect string to launch you back in the sky. -JMJ
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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
A Life's Journey 