Masterpiece

'it is so unique'
mesmerized by the beauty
said he
after-all it was his own creation ....

he chiseled he molded
and he gave bruises
he had put all his efforts
and he carved his masterpiece ....

he made it so beautiful
he was not able to take his eyes off
so beautiful
he wished if it could speak ....

she did speak
with him alone
thanking him
you made me beautiful ...

he fell in love with her
and took her to world
just to tell
she is more beautiful than others ....

she saw the world
and she speak again
your efforts are no different
she is no beautiful than hundred others ...

again he chiseled and molded

and gave her bruises

again he put all his efforts

yet she was no beautiful than thousand others ...

he wished if she had not speak
she would be the most beautiful
he chopped her into pieces
starting afresh for his new masterpiece ....

Dont know ...

Dont know ...
Why it happened ...

When I first gave it a look ...
It was silent .
Silent like a dead ...

But the dead also attracts ...
Always in want of that last look ...
as if it is saying ...
"look at me, i m going forever"....

and I saw it again ..
some emotions were still there ...
some dreams unaccomplished...
some hopes remaining ....

And I saw...
It was not dead ...

Life was still there ...
Hidden underneath the dead of me...
having desire to come out ...

to fill the joy again ...
to remind itself ...
that it was lively once ...

Dont know ...
Why I saw the dead ..
Although I have life in ME ....

Phoenix

I lie awake
in the midnight
looking at the flames
the Phoenix is burning ....

It started with the greatest passion
to fly high
above all the hurdles
to reach beyond sky
and win over the cold sun ....

but it burnt
audacity of passion
burnt by the atrocities of coldness

I lie awake
ashes are falling
but the zeal is there
Phoenix will rise again ....