Wednesday, January 02, 2008

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

3 comments:

Shal said...

i had to read it twice to absorb the depth
leaves a haunting feelin

u just rock !!!

:)

manisha said...

i need a teacher....boo hoo hoo

Musings of a wanderer said...

"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.."

A magical ending !!!! Very nice poem !!