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
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
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