Like A Ring Of Fire

LIKE A RING OF FIRE

In my zone of silence

Golden rays of sun streaming through the gap in clouds

Passing over the magic carpet of orange gulmohur bloom

And shining upon the dark silhouette of my native home

Bricks and cement eroded the tall arches

Great hall streaked by the drippage from the leaky roof

And hundred years old windows

While the wind never stops howling

Nothing doth dwell here except stories to tell

A note left in the coat pocket

With names of merrily flirting butterflies

And the time to feed grain to the pigeons

The stories of childhood, youth and elixir of love

Light, colors, freedom and fun

Odors of wood smoke and frying onions

And ashes of the night fire

Where love unite our hearts

And protect the withered leaves from falling

O you, who shared a loaf of bread with me my eyes swelled

Air is blown into the burning wood

And tears roll, soul hovers in the house we once dwelled

Today’s emotion is scurf of yesterday’s tale

Like priceless pearls every moment is sealed in my heart

A waterfall of joyous shooting stars pouring down from the sky

The images of celestial celebrations stay in the seed of my heart

Blissful memories of childhood radiate from earth to skies

Like A Ring of Fire

Dedication

The poem “Like A Ring of Fire” is dedicated to my family who shared my childhood and youth in my native town in India. A home full of love, compassion, fun, smell of jasmine and goldmohur bloom. Heartfelt memories of those moments fills my heart and radiate my skies, forever-