Fire

Fire

Fearless & proud.

Does what it wants,

not what it's allowed.

An absolute

Unflawed.

Perfect Destroyer

A creation of God.

Insane

but still holds clarity.

Has but one job

& does it with sincerity.

At Peace

Beyond doubts & fears.

Does not question,

is extremely clear.

Beautiful, majestic.

Has one purpose, to eat.

I wonder, if this consumption,

will ever make it complete.

Or shall it remain hungry?

Always wanting, needing more.

When is the time to stop?

Who is keeping score?




to be continued...

Doubts

Life is a lake, we're at one end and we need to get across to the other. We can't walk around it,or swim through it and there is no boat.

All we have are these stones and we have to jump from one to another. These stones are the people in our life, we can find a stone and it may turn out to be a rock and we may stay with the rock for more than we stay with a stone but when the time comes, we nee

d to let go and move on to another stone.

I have found my rock, but the rock is wobbly, maybe she doesn't want to be my rock and want another.

Should I hold on and hope the rock will stabilize and let me be with her or do I move on and search for another rock?

What if the rock never stabilizes and I just end up wasting my time? What if I move on hoping to find another rock and never find one and reach the end?

Questions, doubts cloud my mind, unsure as to what the next move should be :|

What to write about?

It’s been more than an year
Since I put my pen to good use.
The poet inside me has been living in fear.
Or maybe the will to write has been reduced.

There’s not much to write about these days.
Long gone are the days of first love.
“You’re not good enough for me” she says
Maybe that’s what’s written in the book above.

I could write about the stars and skies
It is after all a beautiful night tonight.
But this too, like all good things, will come to end
And again I shall be left with nothing to depend.

I could write about those I’ve lost.
scribble some words of love and hate.
But the time for that has crossed.
And now it’s way…way too late.

Could write about the disappointment I’ve caused,
To those who’ve loved me.
But all is not lost.
This, I can remedy.

I could write about a million things right now
But my heart keeps going back to love.
It doesn’t even matter anymore
‘coz she already said that I wasn’t good enough.