A Fire Unlighted


I treaded the stillness that embraced the woods,
the lonely trees that beckoned as they stood,
under the canopy of an auburn shroud,
with their fingers straining to touch the clouds.
When I looked up in humble greeting,
to the faces of the ancient wrinkled trees,
I saw a little bird come by and it,
Perched on one of the trees’ outstretched fingers.
Two tiny stroke of brilliant blue between brown,
With a bright orange beak that crowned,
Its small head atop a white feathered bosom;
And periodically it bobbed its head
As if straining to see what lay behind
The blazing curtain of a fire unlighted.

I continued looking at the blue winged creature
Wishing it could somehow hear my silent calls,
That yearned to look more closely
At the awe that the quiet bird held
To me as it dismissed my wishes
And flew away as it had flew in
Disappearing beyond the curtain of the fire unlighted,
To hold, oblivious, someone else’s fascination.



Sometimes it happens in  life, to the most unwilling of us, that we stumble across a single most unassuming point in the journey that, at a primeval glance may not seem significant—may even feel as if just another ordinary turn in that path—as to what it holds for the present, but what we seem to forget is that harmless little accident steers us through to such serendipitous events that we cannot help but call it what we do: an accident, a happenstance.
We remain ignorant of those simple turn of events that at their own sauntering pace lead to so many bigger ones that we tend to forget the oceans were not formed in a day; that the greatest of ‘mishaps’ are borne out of the simple little bits of time and space that we call change. 


Change, in the way that one day you were a stranger to a person, but when you look back upon your life from some distant point in time, you realize how much your life has actually changed. Like when you, as a child were afraid of that sinister cloaked figure seeming to always follow you around whenever it was dark, but is your companion on a lonely night bleak, through the woods.
At first we criticize it, condemn it, regret it even, but as time slowly casts a magic spell over our present, days blur past the open windows of your home and before you know it, you have already arrived in the space of time called the ‘future‘.
And you cannot retreat, you cannot return, you cannot even look back and abandon the path you have been treading—but follow through with the choices that will lead you to places both wonderful and terrible.



So this amazing new acquaintance nominated me for an award I was upto this point unaware of – thank you Akanksha – I think it would suffice to say I am still new here, comparatively, and that I haven’t had the chance to explore many blogs but I will try my best to follow through with the rules of this nomination as were told to me:

  • Thank the blogger who nominated you and display the award on your page
  • Nominate ten other bloggers for the award
  • Answer ten questions asked by the person who nominated you
  • Ask your nominees ten questions 

She asked me ten question and here go my ten answers—

Q. If you were stuck in the middle of an island with an option to choose drinkable sea water, or edible sand as food, what would you choose and why?
A. I probably would go with drinking sea water, because I would die more quickly from dehydration than starvation.

Q. You have the opportunity to ask for one superpower. What would it be?
A. I would love it if I were somehow able to manipulate the elements—preferably the wind and water. 

Q. Have you ever lived through a day without knowing that it’s not day?
A. Not entirely, but I could have been confused for a moment as to its existence.

Q. How many times can you bathe in a day?
A. The number two is the limit.

Q. How do you like my blog?
A. I think it’s full of insight and…very honest in its simplicity somehow, with the sentiments that go behind it. I am in utmost solidarity with them. 

And my further nominees shall be:

A Blast From The Past
Longreads Blog
The Book Wars
The World Past Me
Caught In the In Between
Underneath The Night Starry Sky
Wuji Seshat
Joshi Daniel Photography| Images of People
The Musings of a Writer
a wild & savage star
The Chirurgeon’s Apprentice

…And simply all the blogs I follow. I apologize if I forgot to nominate anybody, but truly, the lack of consistent activity here on this platform pulls me up short. I would gladly nominate a lot many more blogs if only I could remember which ones they were.

My questions to you, dear nominees and all the blogs I’ve followed and just about anybody who has anything to share go like this 

What is your most favourite quotation, one that touches the strings of your sentiments every time you read it?

Favourite genres for books? Also, the most incredible and inspiring place you think of for for indulging in reading?

A memory you could never forget?

Feet dangling from a cliff on a rainy day above lurching waves or a hike through the mystic forest?

Do you prefer wrinkled, yellow pages of old books?

Favourite authors and the book that has everything to do with the person you are today?

How did you meet the person that’s now become an inevitable part of your life?

Preferable face of nature that she wears periodically: an overcast sky; nightsky adorned with stars; windswept sky after a storm; twilight, dusk or dawn or a sombre sky?

The place on the earth you think would bring you closest to your being— a place you would want to visit before you die?

The Aurora or the Midnight sun? 

The Most Astounding Fact- Neil DeGrasse Tyson

The most astounding fact, the most astounding fact is the knowledge, that the atoms comprise life on earth; the atoms that pick up the human body, are traceable to the crucibles, that cooked light elements into heavy elements in their core, under extreme temperatures and pressures. These stars, the high mass ones among them, went unstable in their later years. They collapsed and then exploded, scattering their enriched guts, across the galaxy. Guts made of carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and all the fundamental ingredients of life itself.

These ingredients become part of gas clouds, that condense, collapse, form the next generation of solar systems stars with orbiting planets and those planets now have ingredients for life itself. So that when I look up at the night sky, and I know that yes, we are part of this universe, we are in this universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the universe is in us. When I reflect on that fact, I look up. Many people feel small, because they are small and the universe is big, but I feel big, because my atoms, came from those stars. There is a level of connectivity. That’s really what you want in life, you want to feel connected, you want to feel relevant. You want to feel like you’re a participant in the goings on of activities and events around you.
That’s precisely what we are, just by being alive.

– Neil DeGrasse Tyson