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.