Freedom

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

Blue turtle's dream

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

Tongues of Flame

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

the man who cried

A burning heart,
Inside the man,
A fatherly glance,
Across the street.

There he stood,
Looking across,
His son walking away,
Leaving the grip.

The two days have gone,
In the blink of an eye.
Two days of rights,
To hold his child.

Moments of joy,
Moments of tears,
And all the answers,
To a thousand questions!

And now there he stood,
Across the road,
With a million emotions,
Answering, his own!!

Fear of losing,
His only child;
Of being misread,
By his only son!

Walking away,
Is his ray of hope,
Like the evanescent rays,
Of the evening sun.

Cubed

One of the first puzzles that I got as a gift in my life (*and the one that I did not solve for the longest time) remains the Rubik's cube. To all who knows what that six faced, not so easily tamable beast is, they know how much they appreciate one who can solve it.

I got the gift in fifth grade. I knew the formulas also. But that time, the only problem was to know what formula to apply where. Then gradually my cubic itch just subsided.

It is recently that I started looking at it once again. Thanks to Douglas Hofstadter's Metamagical Themas. All that group theory and stuff behind, got me motivated again to do fiddle with it. There started my cubic itch again.

I sought out various ways of solving it (*at least got to know the names of those algorithms). But my timing remained very very bad, around 30 minutes or so, compared to the world record of around 10-15 "seconds".

Then came the deus-ex-machisma of cubism, one of my colleague. As by serendipity my cube got to meet him. With his easy to remember moves (* which even a dumbo like me could learn in one day) and his amazing teaching skills, here I am, always finishing a cube (*unless I confuse the moves) in less than 5-10 minutes. Now the road beyond is of practice, and my upper limit, will remain a mark of my dumbness.

But yes a cube solved means, no more fear of someone destroying that perfectly set cube, kept in the shelf!!