The Masterpiece

With deepest love and dedication,
Like the Picasso’s carved collection.
Like the radiating colours on canvas
Yet an another masterpiece.

The spark in her eyes,a lake;
Maybe an ocean.
No man sailing,
Would dream of land and jewels

A fragrance such charismatic,
Driving a weary man in sand,
To an oasis,
Yet end up to illusions only.

A music such Melodious
No mozart could ever compose.
Yet a piece of poetry,
Sunk underneath dusty pages,
Taste like first monsoon rain
Each time you read.
~Kashif Imteyaz