Thursday, February 28, 2008

carrying



sky won't rain
clouds run around
hopeless!

--
Jagadeesh
28/o2/2oo8


PS: Image with due regards to the owner.

Siachen



White blanket,
That never unveils,
Misty mornings,
That never doffs.

I dont know,
What is more insane,
Forst bitten fingers,
Searching for triggers;
Or, is it the human mind,
Craving for war!

Siachen,
Where a new red rose blossoms,
When a warrior dies,
And the blood is spilled!

--
Jagadeesh
28/o2/2oo8

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

making love


Intertwined,
Inseperable,
Melting in each other's arms;
We make love!

Torrid feelings,
Passionate whispers,
An eternal rhythm,
Yes, we are making love!

Night and day, we are,
Melting in each others arms,
And a twilight is born,
But red, not a new born's pink!

--
Jagadeesh
27/o2/2oo8

PS: Due credits to the artist for the image.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Mosquitoes




Songs and bites
That drives me crazy
Mosquitoes



--
24/o2/2oo8



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

mango showers




The drops on my face
I know the summer showers
Smell of mango blooms.



--
24/o2/2oo8



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

Thursday, February 21, 2008

snow fall - Haiku




With snow flakes,
I want, in this chill,
Just ice creams!



--
Jagadeesh
21/o8/2oo8



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

fist fight - a Haiku

My girl friend has just won,
A boxing competition,
She has just beaten me up

--
21/o2/2oo8

droplet




Drip and drop,
Into shards it breaks;
Water drops.


--
21/o2/2oo8


PS: Image also under the copy right of the blog owner.

Friday, February 15, 2008

beyond childhood

When I grew up,
Men told me,
There is no sky,
But its still blue!

When I became a man,
They told me,
There is no santaclaus,
But still there is Christmas!

Lost with my childhood,
Where the monsters,
Living under my bed;
Still, I do wake;
Sleep-broken, by nightmares

Hurts and pains,
Sugar coated words,
Lies and belies,
All makes us men!

Lost innocence,
I gained manhood!
Lost childhood,
Manhood, regained!!

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

karma

I can't talk,
My line is dead;
But my line-man's here;
And he needs money.

I won't be heard
Till my phone comes alive,
But my line-man's here;
And he needs bribe.

Granted a hundred,
Wanted a peek,
He,
Into my wallet.

Twenty bucks remained,
And his eyes caught on that.
Mind vascillating
And his fingers, pointing.

Give me my bribe,
Work,
Will be done later.

So payed him the money,
For karma, is what matters,
And results, will come your way;
So, God has said!!

--
11/o2/2oo8

a prayer..

Every day I wake up,
Wishing for a prayer.

Hope dances,
Just like a flame,
In my mind,
Hoping to be heard!

In a world full of believers,
I am a God with no followers.

Agnosts and athiests,
Never they look my way.
All those who wanted a God,
Have one of their own, already!

In no one's sorrow, they cry my name.
Never in a smile, they say my name!
In a world full of believers,
I am a God with no followers.

Born a God,
To whom can I pray?
Born divine,
Who will see me cry!?

--
o7/o2/2oo8

Thursday, February 07, 2008

helpless

Behind a window
Caged by iron bars
I stood,
Watching him.

I've seen him,
Every day, and every time,
I stood,
Beside the window.

Wanted to warn
Of a storm coming,
Wanted to shout,
At him, to seek a shelter.

There I stand,
Behind the window,
Helpless,
My words effaced by the wind.

At the blink of an eye,
Came the storm.
The moment I opened,
He was there no more.

Where was my voice,
When I did shout!
Now where are my tears,
When I want to cry!!

Helpless I am,
Its the way life made me,
Helpless,
To even ask for forgiveness!

--
Jagadeesh
o7/o2/2oo8

Note: There was a chap at orkut's Ah Poetry community named Vinay. He wrote poems. This is all I knew about him. I saw the news today at The Hindu, that he committed suicide yest night. Seeing that, a feeling of helplessness runs over. Even though I did not know him beyond his writes, a feeling rises inside me, saying I could have done something to prevent it.

Friday, February 01, 2008

nose dive

A river,
So beautiful,
Luring,
Asking me to dive.

Dive I did,
A nose dive,
Hitting the rock,
My head did get hurt.

River of work,
Is always luring.
But the rock of diatribe,
Can hurt even the diligent!

being close

On your nerves
I'll take a ride.

Laugh at your face,
Till you are hurt.

Then when you shout,
Ill get hurt.

And when I am hurt,
I can, nothing, but smile!

Alas, Ill ride so close
Yet so far,
That your fingers can touch,
But the slaps wont fall!!