That fiery image
A fire keeps burning inside me,
I’ve tried to quench it with work, with writing,
but nothing works. It is as though an image
has been churning in the mind to find an outlet.
An image generated in another birth
seems to want to reach out.
I run ahead of it, looking back enroute.
It showers lava on the mind’s eye
or works up a fiery whirlwind, smothered
in the moment it moves ahead.
I feel restless, anchored to another world
not this; not clear, yet one on fire,
beckoning me to come and burn
with signals unclear, unknown.
In vain I try to decipher, in vain I try to connect.
More real than reality; more abstract than the air.
It haunts me and flaunts me with
hope that spells despair.
Lakshmi Raj Sharma