Those Beautiful Eyes..

Those beautiful eyes, which overcame me,
Those wonderful times, which they gave me,
Those sharp dreamy eyes, which no one ever had;
And those graceful moments that never turned bad.
Whenever did the wind blow, I gazed out,
To see the autumn flowers lowering-
To touch those wonderful grounds where we met.
At times when the flowers blossomed,
Those memories came overshadowing my bruised heart.
Those that were joy to my mind and song to my soul,
Had now become the reasons of a faded love.
Those flowers that witnessed our love,
Had now become the unworthy dust of the courtyard.
Thus she came into my life. When I remember-
those days so linked together, I feel like one-
who treads alone.
For she went away from my life,
Like leaves in wintry weather,
Leaving out a glimpse of “those beautiful eyes”
So dear to me.
- JJ

Lullaby for you, Darling..

Yes..Another day has passed, without you near,
Each drop of blood that ran through my veins,
had your name on it.
Each beat that my heart took,echoed your name, beauty.
Can't imagine, How I am living without seeing you.
Coz without you...
This rain has no sound, This flower has no odour,
This breeze ain't blowing, This music has no rythm &
This Love has no meaning..
Dear..Now, As you sleep, I sing this sweet song to take you,
Where there's only you and me..
Where we look into each other..
eye to eye,breath to breath,
Till all our senses become One..
Sweetheart, this Lullaby is for the beauty of my dreamz,
Her candle lit eyes, her naughty nose,
Her cascade called hair..
It's you, Sweety, who can..Fly me to the highest mountain
And drop me, Only to lift to the higher level - 'The edge of desire'
Tonight, I close my eyes..
To see you in my dreams..
To admire you..To adore you..
To tell you..
'I miss you, even when you are with me..
I Love you more than I love myself..
You're second to None..'
& respond to you're "Those Words" saying..
Kutta, me too...

Winds of Joy

There is a cool breeze flowing-
Its not cold enough to chill me.
Coz, deep inside, the breeze is cooler.
Outside, It blows as if to put out a fire-
Fire, which's burning deep inside,
giving out the odour of something rotting-
Is it my dreams ? My desire ?
-Breeze, blowing outside my 4 walls,
They don't know, deep inside, its cooler.
Yes, its the coolness of her Voice.

Her Voice sprinkled on these aching ears,
the melody of nature,
Put on the Music of Joy-
Set off the "cooler" Breeze.
This breeze is putting out the fire,
Leaving behind the ashes-
Now its the odour of incense,
given out by the blossoming flower buds.
-These ashes will be the fertile mud,
for the beautiful Blooms.
These Buds are the rains of Hope-
-Hope that one day, these become A "Bed of Roses"
Hope that this breeze would be the wind,
And these beautiful roses drifting
Carelessly in the "Winds of Joy".

To Jean, With Love

A poem to be sketched up, an image to be drawn;
A gaze to think of or a smile to dream-
All seem impossible for a being that I am.

But tonight, I gazed through the windows;
To find – something special
Something really captivating,
Something really adorable.
That “Something” is truth, moreover
A guardian of trust and belief.
It gives a real yearn for living,
A real altar for the sacrifice of emotions-

It is the sight of new-year morn’s moon,
Having its brightness fill the sky like a circle-
-the circle stretched out long and wide,
Inside of which a star, so special a star was found.

Those made me feel as if,
A man would stop his chase in life by just a sight.
It made me feel as if ,
I was that lonely star n
She (whoever “she” is”) was the glorious moon;
And that her charm was the circle of beam,
Which kept me safe and secure.

It made my new year’s morn’ joyful,
Joyful enough to wish her &
Everyone a whole hearted “Happy Newyear”.

So did it feel as if,
She came to wish me a lovely new year,

But her face still needs to be sketched up,
Her image still needs to be drawn,
Her wonderful name still needs to be called.
Till then I would call her “jean”
Most beloved, ever loving Jean

JOURNEY TO THE CROSS

Last Day the sun was shinning with all its grace,
Last night I saw the stars that came like a bloom,
I heard the calm wind ,
I smelled the green air;
From the midst of those four walls-
I saw the beams of the great “Yellow”.
But all the flowers, all the beautiful ways of nature,
All the green fairies-all lost its vigour;
All engulfed by darkness.
-Yes, night is beautiful,
but for the loss it brings,
for the images it puts out of vision,
Its ugly-“A damned ugliness”.

Marooned by the ways of nature,
I sat among the four walls-
The thoughts of life and its future,
Bated me like an incubus dream.
Just then, I heard His ‘cry’.
-The earth shook, the clouds roared,
the day gave way to the night.
The beautiful day became again-A damned ugliness
For two days and nights, I was blind.
For a thought, the whole world was blind.

It was then when I started ,
My “journey of life”-to live, to love,
Crossing the mountains, lakes and meadows.
I did not care about future, about life,
or the ways of nature.
And I journeyed like an odyssey for days,
Till the blindedness left me.
I saw the first rays falling into my eyes-
It was the grace of His face.
His grace filled the skies to clear away the clouds,
The wind blew to prove his victory.

I saw a smile on his face,
He did not speak, but His face did-
My existence was proved,
for it told “Spread my word, preach the Good News”.
From there I started again,
This time no fear could strike me;
The ways of nature, days, nights ,
All are but one,
-united by the Good News of the glorified One.

Now that I know,
Salvation is an aim-“a sinless dream”.
As I sit in the midst of these four walls,
I hear the calm wind,
I smell the green air,
And I know, I’ll never be alone;
For there is a promise-
I will be with you”.
And that’s enough, just that Promise,
For me to live this dream called ‘Life’