Masterpiece

Revolving through a globe

Round and Round

Looking for an ally

Who can draw you

To those places 

Which seeks perfection within

In a hunt for something deep

Which we never ever intervened

Which grabs my heart and let it explode

To fix those shattered pieces into a masterpiece

Maybe it's all about a blown art

Which drives in and out through your heart

Painting pictures for a lure

Whenever I lay my head

Down to your terrene lap

For a soundless snore

All I can sketch those unseen contours

Where we can keep winging all day long

Holding our bare hands

Singing along in a melancholy

Like a neverending whistle-stop

Even we are entangled,

Bound through those revered strings,

Where we exchanged vows 

Under the sprinkle of snow flakes.

But with the time passing by,

Dreadful days came knocking at the door,

To turn relatity splinter into congestion,

As our lives turned into a big mess,

As if it was all just a big riddle,

Where we are the two pawns

Running through the errands

To elope from those wide disparaging set of eyes

Draped under the clutches of delusion

To tear our lives out of the equation.

We ain't aware of the fraction of pieces we hold

But often trying our best to amass more

All those memories of the events we came across

And the laughter which kept us long

But after all, no one can tear us alone

As we clasp the strength of our own

And our very hope that strangles

Atrocity turn to dust,

Cause we are just a single soul

And a masterpiece of our own.