little talks
long silences
from inside is heard
a sudden scream
that doesn't go
beyond the boundary
yet lips break into a smile
nothing gets revealed on the surface
the self-consuming fire
artistically arranges
heaps of ashes in
attractive patterns
sometimes a phoenix
throws itself out of the heap
none notices the bird!
30sep2009
00.58hrs
The surface ought to remain plain till the time poet decides otherwise.....of no difference to anyone but the sufferer.....the wearer knows where the shoe pinches..(osho) .....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another masterpiece and an excellent showpiece. I am always a victim of this 'plain surface syndrome' you have marvelously presented. The phoenix in me has resurrected over a billion forms and I can assure you that each one of them went unnoticed! Hope your effort will help our loved ones to spot the phoenix from now on. I must thank you for this... A LOUD RESOUNDING 'THANK YOU.' And a sweet 10.