top of page

Setting Fire To The Sky

Shreyasi Podar


She would miss him,

But her time here was over,

She was needed somewhere else;

She stretched out her hand,

Even as duty pulled her farther and farther away,

Till her long fingers were all he could see;

She would be back soon, she promised

The fiery tip of her nails slowly fading away,

Leaving his face to be swallowed by darkness;

She came back the same way she had left,

Hand reaching ahead,

Wanting nothing more than to warm up his blues to a radiant gold;

Sweet and vibrant

She brought life back to him,

Until the continuous cycle threw its shadow once again.

She would miss him,

But her time here was over,

She was needed somewhere else;

She stretched out her hand,

Even as duty pulled her farther and farther away,

Till her fingers were all he could see;

She opened her lips,

The promise sitting ready on her tongue,

As she tried to choke back a sob;

She watched him helplessly,

Her hand still outstretched,

There was nothing she could do;

She tried resisting the pull,

Fingers reaching out,

But there was nothing she could do.

There was nothing she could do,

He watched as she struggled,

She watched him as he watched her;

The fiery tips of her nails faded,

His face was swallowed by the darkness,

All quicker than usual;

As his face hid behind deepening black despair, Her glow was replaced by his shining tears, As the epiphany of what he had done struck him;

Her hand had been outstretched,

His had been by his side,

But she returned, duty forced her to;

She returned, as a mighty ball of fire, His tears still shined, but they were outshone, She was the sun and he, the sky, was on fire.

Part II. Fires Setting

She was the sun,

And he, the sky, was on fire,

And that’s where this story should end;

But she was fading,

Her hues separating,

Melting into the waters beneath;

She did this often,

But that night, it was different,

That night, there was no promise to keep;

Her fire faded,

And his darkness deepened,

And soon there was nothing to see;

He thought she’d return,

Or maybe, he hoped that she would,

Or maybe, he felt it was her duty;

She’d thought that once too,

But now that she knew,

She realized duty was but an illusion;

The cycle was a trap,

’Twas a never-ending loop,

One she had put herself through;

And every time, she’d fallen,

And every morning, she’d risen,

Only to fall prey to the illusion again;

But after nights and nights of falling, She realized she could


Tags:

33 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

ISC 2023 Toppers Speak

“Whatever you do, always give 100%. Unless you're donating blood.” A truly motivational quote found among dozens of others on Pinterest...

Digest, 2022- Grade 6

On a balmy morning, Izzlena Metissi (Izzy Metissi for short) woke up to the sound of parrots chirping. She was a young girl living in the...

Digest, 2022- Grade 5

Some moments in our lives are intensely face reddening. Even the thought of these moments makes us want to hide our faces in embarrassment.

Kommentare


bottom of page