8/27/14

To my dear guitar







I miss you so much, oh guitar, the lovely lassie of my garden
In  my moments of solitude, I wish your rhythm to be in my ears.
In the moments of monotony, I wish my fingers to be on you.
In my moments of sorrow,  I wish your moves to console my soul.
In my moments of failures, I wish your tunes to bring success.
In my moments of sadness, I wish your music to bring pleasure.
In my moments of  discontent, I wish you to make me content
In my moments of silence, I wish your strings to play for me.
I miss you so much I miss you so much oh dear guitar.




8/25/14

Who am I?


Who am I?
Am I an unchristened rain drop that leaves to earth.

Who am I?
Am I that red color petal that lost its hold on the beautiful flower.

Who am I?
Am I that yellow leaf that got removed from that mighty tree.

Who am I?
Am I that unreturning tide that lost itself on the shore.

Who am I?
Am I that dew drop that lost its identity during snow fall.

Who am I?
Am I that swift movement of air, that left the world of its uncertainty.

Who am I?
Am I that small bit of sand that left unnoticed in the wider beach.

Who am I?
Am I that unknown me who lost myself in the heavy crowd.

 

Jisha Jagadeesh

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