What Did We Do?
The fire within has simmered down
what was once a raging blaze
now barely shows embers
what did you do?
Your fingers try to stoke it up
as I look on helplessly
dismay fills my heart
as the flames refuse to leap up again
This has never happened before
you have always been able to light the fire
with the simplest flick of a wrist
what has changed then?
I know what this points to
and I am afraid to look that way
I am afraid of a cold bleak future
bound in chains of formalities
One small whiff of not so pure air
and the flames refuse to stir
I urge it to, I pray for it to
but it does not budge
What did you do?
What did I do?
what was once a raging blaze
now barely shows embers
what did you do?
Your fingers try to stoke it up
as I look on helplessly
dismay fills my heart
as the flames refuse to leap up again
This has never happened before
you have always been able to light the fire
with the simplest flick of a wrist
what has changed then?
I know what this points to
and I am afraid to look that way
I am afraid of a cold bleak future
bound in chains of formalities
One small whiff of not so pure air
and the flames refuse to stir
I urge it to, I pray for it to
but it does not budge
What did you do?
What did I do?
Comments
swadha
Lovely verse!
Keshi.
Now I can do nothing right
There was a time when we talked and stayed awake all night
Now it seems that all we do is fight
Then all we wanted was to be together
And now all we want to do is to be left alone
Money and other people who shouldnt matter, do
And inspite of resolutions scribbled,do we traverse the same quarrelsome paths
Say the same things
Make the same mistakes
Commit the same actions
Over and over again
You talk of flames and embers
And I too earlier, have watched them die
Sadly the chains we are bound in, belong not to the bounds we have imposed on each other
But are part of the same society that we were desperate to be a part of
And as your blog's intro says - the portal to your blog but must have honesty as a given
I seem to have lost my key.
Am I allowed in still
Or do you think I can stop awhile, outside?
When Prometheus stole fire, it was for P and P.
after all what are Friends for...
to jerk out tears na...
hehehe
and if you wish to rest awhile outside, thats by your choice not by my diktat.
You ask -
What did you do?
What did I do?
I say -
You wrote a poem.
And I just read it.
This is my best poem so far. I sometimes wonder hos you poets can chain words so well. Keep them coming.
Cheers,
Salil
Most of us fail to realise it before the fire dies out completely.
The luckier ones realise it just in time and nurture it to life.
Salil...thank you so much...but i am no poet...those words just pour out unplanned...glad you like it so much.
IHM...thanks, and yes those two make my life special.
Sujoy...am counting myself lucky...I noticed in the nick of time...and we managed to revive it.
Sudipta...u have been missed!!! and u are right it was there...just covered in ashes... :)
but some are better unanswered...
nice blog...
glowing red, yellow and orange
spirits soaring high
hold out your arm
think not twice.
A picture might be worth a thousand words but you always add value with what you have to say. Great stuff.