My senses seek a fire...
Not the fire of the woods, which spell destruction
Neither that of a flickering flame,hmm uncertainity
But the one that emerges out suddenly
Of the candle's molten peripheries...
Moving within radially, every moment in struggle
They finally perish, and if they won't
They are blown-off................
The jealous, unkindled air rushes through
And puts an end to the existence
Of that short-lived and yet the most luminous flame ever.
But.....No!!.........the fire hasn't died
Every element within refuses to accept an end
I saw it reincarnate and at that very moment
My own heat got merged with the flame's
I know that the summoned death wouldn't arrive
And that fire cocooned in sparkling wax would wait;
Wait....for another reincarnation and metamorphosis
And so would I...be here waiting.....
What do the seasons mean??
The life revealed me strange truths
And stranger they became everytime
What interpretation could I have drawn
From Nadir's subtending rhyme??
Did it mean end of a life??
Or did it mean beginning of a death??
Were the prophecies to be believed in??
Or was it all about the unearthly faith??
I thought I can explore.....
Can paint truth out of the blurred blues.
My worlds had seemed to me finite
And it was then that the morning was caught in a noose...
Still barbaric in thoughts, I couldn't accept the change
So I moved up, high in the rocks, out of sight
Misconceived that I would win......
I did trace back the warmth, but why was there so much of Light??
I climbed down,no longer feeling even warm,
Stood there, felt drops from the lake of cocytus falling upon me.
Was I a betrayer??? Of my own faith and life??
Or was it just raining down a distant sea??
I had now begun to feel a chilly numbness
And as the blood froze, it gushed out of me mortified,
Fell down,creating abstract red shapes on the whitest sheet
I got newer questions, interpretations underived....
I thought the world was about to end
So I promised winter to be by its side.
I knew that the snow is white
But why is it so cold and dark inside???
And stranger they became everytime
What interpretation could I have drawn
From Nadir's subtending rhyme??
Did it mean end of a life??
Or did it mean beginning of a death??
Were the prophecies to be believed in??
Or was it all about the unearthly faith??
I thought I can explore.....
Can paint truth out of the blurred blues.
My worlds had seemed to me finite
And it was then that the morning was caught in a noose...
Still barbaric in thoughts, I couldn't accept the change
So I moved up, high in the rocks, out of sight
Misconceived that I would win......
I did trace back the warmth, but why was there so much of Light??
I climbed down,no longer feeling even warm,
Stood there, felt drops from the lake of cocytus falling upon me.
Was I a betrayer??? Of my own faith and life??
Or was it just raining down a distant sea??
I had now begun to feel a chilly numbness
And as the blood froze, it gushed out of me mortified,
Fell down,creating abstract red shapes on the whitest sheet
I got newer questions, interpretations underived....
I thought the world was about to end
So I promised winter to be by its side.
I knew that the snow is white
But why is it so cold and dark inside???
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