Fire

FIRE

I want a fire.

Tiny sparks take birth

in the soul's dingy caves.

Flimsy layers of smoke

gush through the rotten veins.

A giant fire is my wish

to burn my every blemish.

But the wait must prevail

if I ought to self destruct.

The gloom ridden air

confronts my torrid dreams.

I get paid with bribes

of negativity and ordinariness.

Whirlpools of towering passions

and cynicisms collide.

May the naysayers know

who's gonna win tonight.

I WILL NOT let 

my blatant sparks to die.

I would rather let them grow

in the cradles of time,

so that I burn today

in the jaws of defeat

only to resurrect and land

a tight slap on deceit.

- C Kumar