Freedom, is when I fly,
Into the starless skies
And sprinkle the white paint,
Drawing my own stars!
Freedom, when I sit,
By the river side,
Stirring its silence,
Making the moon in her
Dance to my ripples.
Freedom is when I am mesmerized,
In the smile of a kid,
The innocent, greedless smile,
Clad in his torn clothes.
Freedom is when I am lost,
Looking in your eyes.
In the world of love,
For us, to be together,
For ever and always!!
--
Jagadeesh
11/o8/2oo8
The ripples;
A bubble,
Rises from the deep,
Dancing to it.
The blue turtle dreams,
In the shadow of the bubble;
Colourful dreams,
Dancing to its hues.
A sway to the left,
A sway to the right,
But there is no way,
Than the way up.
Bubble of life,
Shines in the turtle's eyes.
And will disappear,
In the span of a dream!!
--
Jagadeesh
o2/o8/2oo8
Flame of the fire,
Is like a desire,
Dancing to the whims,
Just like a wind-chime.
Close your fingers around,
For it may blow out,
To that gush of wind;
So fragile it is!
Touch not the flames,
As it could burn,
For you do not know,
The power it with-holds.
Desires are like flames,
Following to your death bed;
And can still keep dancing,
Even when you are not alive to see it!!
--
Jagadeesh
o4/o8/2oo8
