8 January 2014 at 22:20

Painted a picture on a stream
crystal clear was its water,
flowing calmly uninterrupted,
thought it as a perfect canvas..

Filled all the colors from a rainbow.
Lend a feather as a brush,
seen the stream turning
red,blue and yellow.

But ,no colors seen
when lifted up my head .
My painting remained
incomplete forever..

Build a house out of clouds,
glowing bright all day and night,
built it strong,i thought..
As the wind blew strong,
My house no more ,seen in the sky… 

Lit a lamp in the dark,
without seeing the hay around,
slept in its cozy heat.
woke up ,found me burning alive…

Love this world of illusions,
where every fiction remains factual….


About Piusha

Futile writer,enjoys reading anything under sun.Still on a quest to find a new facet within me.
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