On the phone,A lady speaks,Of love,She has for me!In her talks,She propounds,Why her love,Is never returned!My heart is filled,With love to the brim.All the time, I wanted to say,Dear I love you till I die!But all along, and all the while,I knew the call, it was a wrong numberA love,That never will fruition!--
Jagadeesh
19/12/2oo7
I am learning to sleep
With dreams no more,
I am learning to live
Without you any more.
`Cause every dream I had,
You did come along.
Every moment I lived,
I had you by side.
Now I've found a life,
Without you anymore,
Why do you come,
Again, knocking at my door!?
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Jagadeesh
19/12/2oo7
I listen to the bell
For the postman to ring
I wait at the door,
For the letter he will bring!
Not a love letter,
My heart craves for
None the less, a life's letter;
My heart will die for.
My progress card is on the way,
That my mom should never see.
So I snatch it,
And tear it before the read!
Torn into pieces,
Was a letter of merit,
Never read, and never seen,
It's now torn asunder!
Fitting the pieces,
I play the puzzle-
A jigsaw,
My heart will die for!!
--
Jagadeesh
15/12/2oo7
Tears live,
When you cry,
And when you smile,
They dry and die.
A valentine's day;
A stroll down the park;
Hands,
Holding each other!
A gentle breeze,
Strokes my hair,
Runs off with my wig,
And off my lover too goes!!
--
Jagadeesh
24/12/2oo7