The Fire & The Fly

(After getting back the fire, he realized may be it wasn’t what he was seeking.)

Dreams are never real

Imaginary and momentary they are.

But sometimes you seek the illusion

Just to go along, somewhere very far.

The stones gave him the illusion once

Now they were just token of it.

No illusion he needed,

Harsh reality was to be faced.

Never felt tired of carrying them.

But time was to bid them a slam.

Threw two and saw a spark

Threw all and there was no dark.

Igniting a dry bush

Fire was all around.

So warm it felt

And the soothing crackling sound.

Light was the best thing that he could ever imagine.

But never felt the warmth before.

World was a beautiful place,
All lightened up paths.
Everything sorted out,
No more ambitions but no confusions either.

Among all the light and the warmth

There was question on his happy face.

Isn’t it all a lie?

May be it wasn’t the fire, it was the fly.

The Stones

(After knowing the existence of light from The Firefly, he rejected the spark coming from the abrasion of stones, thinking it to be an illusion or a dream)


Moving around not sure if he should rather stay,
Didn't know where to reach but it was somewhere away.

Like the water returning back after a tide,
Silent and moving.
He belonged to the ocean,
But the sight of land was alluring.
The dark Silence reminds the pain.
and silently did he moan,
Got up, to move again,
Kicking some random stone.

A Spark of light,
and he cried out loud.
But he had to move on,
No dreams allowed.

Was a dream maybe,
But the stones reminded him of the firefly.
Collected all ten of them, 
Knowing it may slow him down, but no ambition to fly high.


Silently,
But something inside was screaming,
Maybe he wasn't dreaming.


To Be Continued...

The Firefly

(In a dark tunnel, he discovers light when a firefly comes into his palm only to go back away, sooner than he could believe )


The tunnel of darkness with no light at the end,
His life was multidimensional but with no purposeful intend.
Wasn't sad, never knew that light existed.
Moving around not sure if he should rather stay,
Didn't know where to reach but it was somewhere away.

Then one odd day,
Saw a pinch of light,
Ecstatic it was,
Never knew the feeling before,
He Couldn't have asked for anything more.

Wanted to touch it, with no means to harm,
It came there as if only to be in his palm.
The tenderness in the touch , made him feel numb.
Wondering, can something be so beautiful yet so dumb.

World was a beautiful place,
All lightened up paths.
Everything sorted out,
No ambitions but no confusions either.
Light was the best thing that could ever happen to him,
It was perfect,
just by his side,
Small and dim.

A gale of darkness,
And it was all gone.
A moment of happiness,
And he was all alone.

It flew away farther and farther,
And vanished from the way.
Went away too far to be seen,
Or got one with the light somewhere very far away.

The tunnel of darkness with no light at the end,
His life has no dimension with no purposeful intend.
Should be happy or sad to know that light exist.
Moving around not sure if he should rather stay,
Don't know where to reach but it is somewhere away.

To be continued...