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