The Phoenix

– अशान्त ·

– Ashant ·

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PHOENIX

Someone’s crying!
No one’s eyeing!
But I can surely tell you
True are tears that flew
Its essence can never be mean
Its something that could not be seen
The world is not as it has been
Heart gardens are not green
As they have earlier been
All the roses are gone
The grass floor totally worn
What happened to my dreams?
Where are the facial beams?
The life is not the same
It seems I have lost the game!

From where to get the inspiration
I doubt my own identification
I feel I have no potential
There is also lack of credentials
But what to do?
And how to do?
I am heavily engaged in procrastination
All this leading me towards frustration
But I really don’t want to live like this
I just want to forget all things I miss
They make me cry and they make me sly
They cut my feathers and don’t let me fly
The bondages are on all time high
They make me wish that may I die!
But how could this be end of my life
I have achieved nothing from my life!

I am the PHOENIX that I surely know!
I don’t fear the heat of sun you know!
I just fly in sky and the world is mine
There is no scope myself resorting to wine
Its the matter of time that I am feeling down
I need some friends that hold me up from ground
Its all in me that one needs to succeed
Only problem is the lack of deed
So please help me and make me realise
I just want to make my life a paradise!

A PHOENIX is not born to die
Its auspicious even if it cries
The tears can heal sorrow of world
I am PHOENIX and no ordinary bird
I hastily overjoyed by my youth drive
Flew towards the sun I thought I should strive
The blaze of the mighty cosmo star
Made me realise I have come too far
I crossed the vital line of demarcation
That keeps you away from hallucination
I still lacked the prudential
I was not very influential!

The arrows of sun directly hit my heart
I lost balance to hit ground very hard
My odyssey gave me very good lesson
One should know the time’s limitation
There I lie on the ground of the world
Doubting myself and my creation
But I am PHOENIX and no ordinary bird
I still hold in my heart a lot of gut
A PHOENIX is never born to die
Its a creature no KELVIN can fry!

My ashes bear my soul
I am PHOENIX soon going to be whole
My ashes are still hot and warm
The atmosphere also seems calm
I am going through the RESURRECTION
I don’t want any protection
I have learnt lesson from the time
You can’t earn everything from dime
I am PHOENIX and no ordinary bird
I am the eternal victor of the world!
My great works are imminent
When my creativity will be dominant
You’ll see that I’ll be prominent
My persona will have no dent
I’ll acquire necessary confidence
I’ll also exhibit my prudence!

A PHOENIX is never born to die
It’s a creature no KELVIN can fry
Reborn PHOENIX will fly towards the sun
It’ll achieve fruits of life and hurt none
A PHOENIX lives and never dies
It may cry but never stops the tries
And I proudly say this to you all
I may be wrong and may sometimes fall
But I promise you surety of one reprise
And that’s of the PHOENIX ash-rise
Because,
I am PHOENIX and no ordinary bird
I always hold in my heart a lot of gut
I am the eternal victor of the world
A PHOENIX is never born to die
It’s a creature no KELVIN can fry
I am PHOENIX and no ordinary bird!

-PRASHANT

– अशान्त

– Ashant

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2 responses to “The Phoenix”

  1. Anonymous avatar
    Anonymous

    It is truly a commendable attempt and i relay look forward to see more of such good litrary piece of writings soon on your blog……

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  2. Abhishek Srivastava avatar

    nice going, Mr. poet……sahi me acchha likha hai 🙂

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