Friday, August 31, 2012

When the Fire Dies...


So, at last the fiery fire diminishes
Not any warmth left, all is blown
The hearth looks empty, too silent
Ashes all dead, cold and all blown   
Once it was warm, amber and buoyant
Today, lost and gone, it’s forever  
Feeble traces of smoke flicker
Offering flashbacks in the air
Wood still lives through the death
Then, what caused the end of it?
Did the inherent illuminate the fire?
Or did the eye-rain burn it out?
With age, it will grow, was a notion
Who knew it will decrepit so soon?
The fire had the ability to live eternally
But now that it is gone and lost
Coldness surrounds it
Deserted
Abandoned
The fireplace is dark, silent, closed

3 comments:

  1. And what eye-rain would that be
    To put off the fire of passion
    The passion of loving the unknown
    Or perhaps fearing the unknown
    Is fear stronger than love
    Is the pain of knowing harder to tolerate
    Let the fireplace remain dark, silent, closed
    All through the winter

    You never fail to surprise your readers Amna.. good to have found you back here :)

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  2. its really wonderful, the way you write your blogs. i am really amazed by your writings.........mashaAllah u have a great mind to think..........wish i could do so.............

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Friday, August 31, 2012

When the Fire Dies...


So, at last the fiery fire diminishes
Not any warmth left, all is blown
The hearth looks empty, too silent
Ashes all dead, cold and all blown   
Once it was warm, amber and buoyant
Today, lost and gone, it’s forever  
Feeble traces of smoke flicker
Offering flashbacks in the air
Wood still lives through the death
Then, what caused the end of it?
Did the inherent illuminate the fire?
Or did the eye-rain burn it out?
With age, it will grow, was a notion
Who knew it will decrepit so soon?
The fire had the ability to live eternally
But now that it is gone and lost
Coldness surrounds it
Deserted
Abandoned
The fireplace is dark, silent, closed

3 comments:

  1. And what eye-rain would that be
    To put off the fire of passion
    The passion of loving the unknown
    Or perhaps fearing the unknown
    Is fear stronger than love
    Is the pain of knowing harder to tolerate
    Let the fireplace remain dark, silent, closed
    All through the winter

    You never fail to surprise your readers Amna.. good to have found you back here :)

    ReplyDelete
  2. its really wonderful, the way you write your blogs. i am really amazed by your writings.........mashaAllah u have a great mind to think..........wish i could do so.............

    ReplyDelete

Thanks a bunch to all the readers and comment writers!!

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