blinded thoughts..

Born to the blind,
She was their light,
Holding their hands,
She was their guide.

Dotty she was,
Eloping with her dote.
To the bird's dulcet cries,
'nother morning wakes!

Blind they were,
To see they were alone!
When their tears did pour,
The whole world turned blind!

When lovers, they cried,
"Love is blind!"
Blindness, asks-

"Born blind or gone blind?"

--
Jagadeesh
24/12/2oo7

feeling time..

The bud,
of tomorrow;
As a flower, it blossoms,
and today is born.
Petals crumbled,
they fade, into yesterdays!

Sorrows remains,
sympathies fades,
and smiles;
They are, always forgotten!!

--
Jagadeesh
12/o6/2oo7

A Random Thought (4)..

My life,
found its lines.
But there are no colours!

My stars,
found their sky,
But there is no night!

My dreams,
found my life,
But an insomniac, I became!

My love,
found its elixir,
But she gave me poison!

Now I sit sleepless,
under a starless sky,
All my life, dreaming of love!!

--
Jagadeesh
13/12/2oo7

A Random Thought (3)..

A plank is laid,
the scene is set;
People are cheering,
something's about to happen!

Appears a lady,
in her rags,
holding a child,
and the cheering grows!

Sun, about to set,
as if closing his eyes.
And waves grow, feets high,
trying to swallow their ship!

On to the plank,
she is pushed.
A sword's tip,
leading her on.

The last breath,
the last tear; In despair,
she looks at the baby,
the sweetest thing on earth.

She plunges,
ocean, she recieves her,
as her own daughter,
and to the bottom, she's carried!

Her spirits never died,
seeking revenge, she wanders,
the seven oceans,
capsizing ships, ending lives!

In her breath,
born are tsunamis
On her command,
wakes up hurricanes.

Mankind, wicked as always,
she, powerful as ever,
lives on,
paths crossing each other.

And every time,
a lesson taught,
is a lesson forgotten,
'cause man, he can never learn!

--
Jagadeesh
12/o6/2oo7

A Prodigy's Life

In the middle of a stage,
a young kid sits.
To his little fingers' rhythm,
a symphony plays.

Born a prodigy,
Drawn to the limelight.
He is, still a kid;
But a man in a kid's shoe.

In the middle of the world,
grows up the prodigy,
Innocence tarnished,
Never by the fame!

A young man he becomes,
Still the fame his heart craves,
Fear grows in his mind,
And in the shadows he hides.

A mother keeps watching,
All the time wondering,
Why my son was granted,
A prodigy's life!

--
Jagadeesh
13/12/o7