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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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”
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