this and that..

I run in circles,
In this walk of life
The farther I go,
The closer I reach.
More I think,
Less I know.
And Less I know,
The more I want,
To be with you;
For ever and always!

urges..

Every step at the door,
I rush to see if its you.

Every bell rings,
I hope and pray its you.

My pizza man,
where are you now?
Can you hear,
My hungry soul is calling!?

random thought

When it rains,
When it knocks,
On my window pane.
I better be awake.

When I cry,
When it pains,
I need you here,
To kiss them away.

I'll drench in the rain,
Dancing away,
To the rhythm
Of falling tears..

evening rain

Burnt the sky,
A naughty kid.
In the fire,
Did the sky glow red.

Another came,
Washed away the embers,
They conspired against the fire,
And evening rains, they came!

Ashes, like a black veil
They clung to the sky.
Seared in the fire,
the burning nights!

the world beyond..

The world I know, is new,
Beyond this closed door.
I never want to walk alone,
And be alone in this strange new world.

I want you by my side,
Us, holding hands,
Treading the distance,
To that unknown world.

Feet they step,
Hands they swing,
Words they linger,
To the rhythm, the cadence of our hearts!

Don't be afraid,
I hush in your ears,
You hold me tight,
And we cross the door.

--
28/o1/2oo8

surrealistic

In the light,
The shadow melts;
And in the tears,
Pains, they drain.

Hatred falls,
Off a mountain.
When, love, walks to the edge,
To see who is dead!

Into death,
Life flows,
Had lost brakes, Life,
To stop at its death.

All's ephemeral,
Like thoughts they fade,
As a vanishing bubble,
Dying without a trace!

--
16/o1/2oo8

soliloquy

When morning came,
Rose a clock,
To no one's call,
And it started to talk!

In its own words,
It spoke a lot-
Of time and tide,
And the morning sun!

Then it cried,
Like a soul,
Who lost its grave,
To a man, not yet dead!

When cried, my clock,
Its alarm out,
With shards of broken dreams,
I stabbed it to death!!

--
26/o1/2oo8

hands of time

There has been a time,
When I wished for a hand,
Just to hold on to.

Then comes the time,
When just two,
Were not enough!

Now I fear, of a time,
When I'll get to know,
These hands,
Were searching in the dark!

--
16/o1/2oo8

why do we wait?

I wait, for a fork,
When I can eat with my fingers.
She waits, for a rose,
When she knows I love her, already.
We wait, for the best moment,
When each moment we live through is one!

Each time we wait,
Each second spent
Life runs to the finishing line,
One step more..

--
11/o1/2oo8


PS: Image with due regards to the artist, and not under the copy right of the owner of the blog.

With due CREDIT

"Good morning sir. I am calling on behalf of XYZ bank and our bank is offering you a life time free gold/platinum (and any other metal that mankind has not found yet) credit card."

Beyond the annoying nature of the call lies the naivete of gullible victims who go by those words, amongst whom I happen to be one.

Long back I happened to take a H..C (to put in expletives, from which I cant refrain myself, ".." sounds like bee in the a$$) credit-card. With most of the online transactions facilitated only through credit- and never debit-cards, possessing such a card became one of a basic necessity. Being a well known brand, I thought I could rely on their service.

I have never seen a bank who never wants interest. Strangely, this bank - if I procrastinate my payments for personal reasons, limpid to my mind that this will invoke some extra charges and penalties, will keep calling me day and night asking me to pay for it. And if I don't pay, oops, the service is barred. Great. Now I wont or may be I can't spend more with that card. Everything has a positive side, so does this I guess.

Now, the life time free credit card has annual charges. I guess its free only to re-activate the card during one's next life. God knows, what the pith of their slogan was. Anyways now I get charged every year. And they invent an ingenious device which generates some keys to log-in to the online transaction summary. They have couriered the gadget almost two years back, and is still on its way. Poor bank administrators, their impromptu service being denigrated by a slow courier system. (As per the bank's claim, if I recuperate right, the package is walking down from their office in Antarctica, where it is being manufactured. And an ingenuous and naive person like me is not supposed to worry about things beyond the ken of our knowledge).

Finally, satiated with an at par service of the bank, I decided that the card service they offer is invaluable and so shouldn't be wasted on prude denizens like me, especially since they are offering it so free of charge. Hence I decided to revoke the card facility. I go to the bank. Cancelling a card is easy, cut the card into two pieces, deposit in their ATM. But me being a liar and bank being extremely trustworthy, what is the guarantee that I'll not use the card which I don't have, and the bank will have to charge me for on a card I ripped apart eons back, with the amount, its interest, penalty, interest on penalty, and all such appurtenances.

I guess the only way out, is bank declaring me pauper, taking away all I've earned through my life, and grant me a moratorium, and let me live by the road side, beseeching pennies, to meet odds and ends. And when I become a mendicant, I'll hang a board on my neck, "Credit card accepted".

migratory beings

Like a man,
Over the hill top,
I watch the birds,
Flying in zillions.

I watch them flow,
From here to there,
Then they disappear
Way beyond my horizon.

Sitting at the table,
Watching migrating men,
Trying to catch a table,
Just by that beautiful girl.

Some tumble,
Yet some more scuffle,
But this can never remain-
Seasonal..!

droplets

All the night,
I listen to the drops,
Of water hitting the ground,
And breaking, into shards.

Falls at the same spot,
Every time,
Makes the same rhythm,
Each time.

Just like tears, always,
The feelings remains same.
Just like my tears,
Their taste will never change.

a random thought

On the river bed,
Did lie a stone.
Tickled by the rivulet,
It did giggle.
Tickled again,
It laughed and then roared.
In its laugh,
Tides rose up,
Flooding the banks,
And taking away lives.

Hiding the smile,
Behind an invisible hand,
Tides all came down
No more were floods..

Go to the river,
Sit by its side,
You still can hear
The giggling of the stone..

--
Jagadeesh
o3/o1/2oo7

a simple life

"Will be late, you two go to sleep"
Says my wife, closing the door..
Missing her mother, on my lap,
The baby lies, and she cries.

Strikes twelve, in the middle of the night,
Some grandpa clock, up in a corner.
Heard a click, and some chairs falling,
Finally, my wife is back.

Shakes me up, and wakes me up,
And shouts at me, "where is that whiskey bottle"
A chill just runs, down my spine.
Knowing that it slipped and fell from my hands

All the screams and all the shouts
All I did wish, was, if I could drink.
Thrown to a corner, I try to find some peace,
But all I could hear was a baby crying..

waiting for sleep

Lying on her bed, waiting for sleep,
Staring at the ceiling, masticating the memories,
Words and tears, images and smiles,
They swirl down her memory,
Like faces of yesterdays..

Breaks apart, she, into laughter,
Unsettled, it reverberates
The walls are quivering, floor is shaking,
Laughter goes on, like it never will end..

Morning comes, but denies, she, to wakes up,
Birds are singing their share of dirge.
Smiling at life, she been,
Entering her funeral pyre..

When flames die, and embers stopped glowing,
Ashes rise, in a new born wind,
Like a fit of laughter, it swirls,
Unsettled, as if waiting for sleep..

--
Jagadeesh
o2/o1/2oo8