To say or not to !!!!

When the heart thinks and my brain beats
When there is no distinction between victory and defeat

The fear of losing things not gained
and friends shout refrain refrain

Now throwing stones into the pond is a new sport
and when words flow from the heart and sink in my throat

When damage is beyond repair
and I can't handle her stare

I fear I might take what i feel for her to my grave
I wish I wish I could be brave

Finally I muster a lot of courage
All after wasting this whole page

With the only question in my mind I walk up to her and say "Hi
Tell me yeh melody itni choclatee kyu hai ; why ??"

-- Firebird

Life :The Process

I have heard the wisest speak,
nectar flowed from his beak.

He said the process is important
and I asked what about the result

His smile grew bigger than ever
i didn't know was my question foolish or clever!

After a brief silence he left the room
I received a note from him by noon

Fly to the world of men, it said
It looked like an order than a request

It was in the world of men,
I saw machines that did the work of ten

with a body of metal, no heart or brain
they worked morning to night,again and again

delivering results being only their goal,
the term life was alien and so was soul.

On the other hand , the creator of machines "man"
still had not mastered the death, he wishes he can.

The end result of all men who's existence begins from the womb
seemed to me goes through various paths but results in a tomb.

I saw the answer starring at my face
I flew back to my world with great pace

"Welcome Back" said the wise beak,
"See" he said before i could speak
"what differentiates men from machines is life,
a process beyond result of any kind "
"So fear not the result but the reasons all right"

"Then why didn't you tell me if you already knew?" I asked
"why had i to fly so long in search of the answer"
He smiled and said "the process is more important"

---The Firebird

Autumn:Time to Bid Farewell

Looks like i just woke up from a dream
I walk up to your door and its your name that i scream

I push your door open to feel a gush of wind
As your curtains flutter a vacuum overcomes me within

As our laughter thunders in that empty room
My heart shrinks in vain as flashes of memory zoom

I walk down slowly to the breakfast table
where empty seats indicate the end of the fable

A fable of true friendship and great company
I sip my coffee thinking about those moments... many

As I stare at the mirror I see a thin scaly lifeless tree
Its autumn my friend and all the leaves go free.

--Firebird