Fiery

Fiery, I think you are
Fiery I think is your aura

I did not see much
Under the cool facade
When I first set my eyes on you

But you're dangerous,
Cold Flame

A panicked throat was I
The first time I sought
A meaningful conversation
On a shameful day indeed

Yet I dared
You liked it, Fiery One
You thought I could be
An endless source
Of Energy

Was I?
Obviously.
Am I?
I wonder!

Fuel can burn, but not on its own
It needs a spark
It needs you, Fiery One

For if you abscond
To the Shadows
Even fuel can go stale

Fuel can go stale
Fuel could rot
And get consumed
In its own stench

Once innocent,
Twice wiser

The wind and the tide
Can wipe you away, Fiery One
Like they've done
In the past

Pour in me your faith
And embrace me completely
O Fiery One

The wide wind could only
Carry us further
As could the tide
What could then stand
Between a Spark
And Boundless Energy?

To Anger

Anger,
Don't you remain an unwanted aquaintance?

You shake in mirth
As I shake,
Trying to leash you..

You blind me, confuse me,
enchant me, afflict me,
ensorcelling my words,
hexing my control over my own action..

Aren't you elated,
when I hurt those whom I love?
Why aren't you ashamed
to shackle me to you?
For I know you love me not!

I nurse their hurt,
and lift my torso to fight you..
But you strike behind my back,
Ignoble you!

Your intoxication, one day,
should rather not consume me..
For you'll die too..

Taking the taste
of your own medicine.

Lost faces

Yes, it all comes back
Every single time.

I want to see a face,
that I once saw
A face so deeply cherished in my memories..
I wonder where it went,
beneath unspoken acts and unmeant words..

I search for a face
and I see another..
Sometimes haughty, sometimes caring..
Sometimes naughty, sometimes daring..
But never sweet, never understanding..

A face was lost with time
I know not where it lies
I dare not find it

I wonder when I started wearing faces,
All, but mine own..
Mine was lost as that face was lost
A face with charming dimples
Now, a face with a dented chin

Now I wear faces
Mostly practised in the mirror
Ones that suit me best..

So I stand and smile in the mirror
For only with me, I see my face
For only with me, I see that face
Yes, it all comes back
Every single time.

Sand on the road

No now,
not so fast..
There's sand on the road..

The streets are muddy
And knees are wading
Wheels and tyres parting
Water into two
But not so fast..
There's sand on the road..

The road must be treaded
Time stays of essence
How to go about, when
there's sand on the road?

Breaking may kill
Spirits more than lives
What must be done, be done..
There's sand on the road..

My Precious

I roll up my sleeves and walk to you
You shine, black and sleek,
My Precious

My pulse rises as I walk to you
My nerves are a wreck,
My blood pumping faster than horses

I cast a look at you, My Precious
And you seem ready too,
To send a shot of adrenaline down my spine

A can of golden drink you devour
And send soft wind on my neck

My hair abandon the knot
The band, the scarves and all
As wind starts flirting with my hair

My blood rises and wind kisses me
As I go ahead, unhindered by you,
My Precious

I go where the road leads me,
And the path goes where I lead it...

Don't ask me questions, My Precious
For I won't answer anyway
My rebellions and me are out there

I stare at crowds and they stare me back
But none can stop me now
As I snake my way out, tactfully

If it weren't for you, My Precious,
Wouldn't the road be drab?
Just dust and concrete, mud maybe !

Now now, My Precious,
Don't throw tantrums, my dear,
For I love you much more than others..

Don't you fake chokes and coughs, baby
Don't you fret and stand still..
I love the road but you love it more..

Cheat the jams with me and hug me back..
Let's get high and let's get going..
The road's waiting for you and me..