Fire, fire!!
A Dionysian beast to be born ever,
Why did you come here? -

It could not be for lack of space
Your mother, is million times bigger
Than the biggest planet – Jupiter?

It could not be for lack of gas
You have helium and Hydrogen to breathe?

It could not be for lack of contending warriors
Which you could easily keel them over?

Then what made you come here-
To this little planet of ours,
At a single stroke of your power
Things can easily tear apart and go ausnder?

Oh, fire you are a cruel warrior,
You gonna come and eat me I fear.

Fire, Oh Lord!
Fire,
Fire from below
Fire from above
Fire from the sides
Fire from the womb of the Earth,
Fire from heaven
Fire from hell,
Fire everywhere,
Will I come out pure-
As gold or silver,
Or will I be for good devour?

Have I lost grips -
Suffering nightmares?
Or close to reality I am living near?

For I see Dragons spiting fire
anthropomorphic looking spiders
Spewing fire,
Fire spiting fire
sticking out its tongue testing torrid air.

I fear, this fire,
Is gonna demolish my shelter,
On a canopy, I once built higher.

Now I am too far offshore
Chased after by
the indomitable persecutor – fire
Surfing on water,
Seeking help, I cannot raise my voice anymore -
To be heard.
Fire the invincible conqueror,
Dressed in vermilion, majestic colour,
Striding on land
flying in air
Sizzling and dancing on the surface of water
No matter how hard I flutter
With friable limbs that I have to stir clear
I won’t be able to cope, I fear.

I am far off shore beyond the point of return,
Deep in the heartland of fire,
However, While trying to ward off one,
Another has caught up with me
Insideout I have then began to burn

Will I survive,
Or will I perish?
No one can be so sure
It is anyone’s guess.
In my desperate attempts, I cry for help,
But No one can hear.
I gaze through the blaze
And I see no one near.
Fire!! Is gonna definitely eat me I fear.

From Ash Wednesday
To Eastern Saturday,
White diaphonous sarong clad for a dress
Nothing crossed my gullet
I wept when you were made to suffer
And cursed those who fixed you on a wooden cross.

And upon resurrection hallelujah,
I praised the Lord.
As a matter of tenet,
I practise abstinence,
Invariably, I read your testament;
And in return what do I get?
- Fire that eats fire,
That walks on land,
Dances on air
Burns on the surface of water.
And consumes my mind like it has never.

I live on no land,
Nor Am I arboreal -
I do not patrol the skies,
Likewise, I do not prefer the water,
Be it that of the oceans or the rivers -
It gives me more trouble
Than the others put together.

To my aversion,
Now I am far off the shores,
Cry for help try as I might,
But I will not be able to get.
Where I find myself afloat
It is freezing cold,
But at the same time
Insufferably hot.
And between the two,
I am torn apart.

Oh! Lord this fire is gonna devour
The whole lot.
It is gonna devour my soul
A place I allowed only you to dwell
With its forecourt secured and sealed.
Alas, with the vanity case (soul) demised
Fear, for Christ sake Lord, it’s gonna eat your faith.

However, if you preserve your faith from your own wrath
You gonna be a swagman -
A wanderer with no abode to live in
And no one your faith to share with.
Oh, Father, Fire is Gonna eat you be ware!!