Fire and Ice

Fire and Ice

Happy, excitable, even ecstatic, the people
Disillusioned, distraught, sometimes afraid
When all agendas were in vain, for no one knew,
There was a cadence of design laid out by the heavens.

Coherence left, the window was boarded
Shut out from the world, nailed up good
Hiding from what, I would not know
For it was never quite mine to have known.

With testament to this bequeathed ignorance,
I explain by my words, heavy heart and soul
Pouring all in the depth of those eyes
An abyss, unexplored, unheard of, untold.

I could and could not point the direction that I sought
For I was lost, almost captivated
Looking for the fairy dust, below my lamp shade
Futile was my search, blinded by the luminescence.

A paradox, your search! They claimed, first fire, then ice
Frosty wind chilling chilling the bones around a cackling fire
As warmth spread across the skin, melting wax
Leaving nothing but the chaste in its wake.

For none knew, the truth behind that veil,
Was it a shimmering light, or was it an enormous blaze?
The icy path hidden from the neon signs that warn,
“Burnt are the souls, that sway, too close to ice, to fire” 

-        Subham Chattopadhyay