My
body has harboured fire for years,
Keeping
me warm in the dark chilling nights of winter.
But
the other days,
This
warmth burns few parts of my body.
And
some other days
When
this fire grows furious,
It
reaches my soul.
Thus,
sometimes it hurts my soul.
Oh!
I wish you were like those healing rain showers.
So
that every time this fire
Tries
to reach my soul,
You
will pour yourself onto me
Extinguishing
it.
Maybe
for sometime if not forever.
I
wish...
Not
forever because
I
need this fire to keep my heart beating.
But
you are not those healing rain showers,
Rather
you are like a rigid rock.
I
sometimes feel this rigidity
Has
fortified your beautiful soul.
Maybe
you forgot to build an air channel.
But
it is okay. Just wait.
Wait
for the day
When
that fire inside me grows furious again.
That
day I will pour the heat
Which
will emerge from that fire,
Onto
your rigid walls
To
set your beautiful soul free.
Because,
my dear, remember,
The
heat only melts rigid rocks.
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| Image courtesy: Kapil Sharwa |
