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

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.

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!!