Fingerprints…


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 made me,
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.

-JMJ

Sitting On The Fence…

Sitting on the fence – Pigeon

I wonder what this pigeon might be thinking about!

Is it from where to find the grains today?

Or would it be about to be able to reach the sun if it flies high enough?

Possibilities are endless.    

Sitting on the fence – Me

I wonder what shall I make for dinner tonight?

Will my daughter enjoy a cauliflower curry today or the brinjal one?

Or shall I just go for a parcel from KFC to go back to sleep and end this confusion?

As I said earlier, possibilities are endless.

-JMJ

The Moon and The Trees


The bare trees stand at winter nights,
With fragile bodies and no blankets of leaves to cover,
Keeping their heads up and hopes high,
Waiting for a good time to come.
And you shower all your light,
That you received as a gift from someone,
Because you know what darkness means,
So,you just reflect the kindness over them.
-JMJ

Heaven


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 the bell,
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

Vanished…

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 hungry howling 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

Fire and Water


There is fire, as all of us know,
Comes from unknown and then puts up a show,
Hot by nature, providing us light,
It saves us from the cold dark night.
So beautiful to see that it attracts the fireflies,
Gives them the complete happiness before it ignites,
All the hopes deeply buried in them,
And then destroys them into ashes, what a gem!

There is water which is nothing like fire,
Gives selflessly and will never retire,
Flowing calmly, it bends and bows,
Acknowledges all the obstructions, before it overflows.
Changing its form when required,
Its flexibility is always admired,
Taking it for granted, don't you dare,
Only a fool will underestimate it's power, beware!

There is a mystical place where fire and water live together,
Where they don't mind being with each other,
Fire burns in its heart but water is its soul,
Like a werewolf who is hurt with a silver knife, they make it growl,
Then, they decide to unite in a peculiar way,
To come out as tears while it tries to smile all the pain away.
-JMJ

Where Are Those Days?

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

The Attention..


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't move.


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


Hunger


Sitting in my comfortable couch,
Trying to get a solution for 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 hollow eyes,
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