Thursday, October 30, 2008

Fireflies



You who infest the cities at night

With your endless fiery eyes,

Burning away into the cold streets of

The city which never sleeps.

You with lithe metallic sheen

Upon your back, blurring away

With your bustling flicker into the

Eyes of this wayward drunkard.


You! How could I fathom you?

For often when I slip away

From the city’s maddening day

And let myself be enveloped by

The coldness of the night

I see your flicker waking my stagger

Swarming in like a mutiny,

With a prickly warning for everyone

Who refuses to see…


Tell me oh firefly,

When you storm across a homeless kin,

Thrown on the sidewalk to die for the night

Do you feel it ebb your soul?

Do you like us have learnt

To compare and reason why?


Answer me dear friend,

For I am just a drunkard

Drunk headlong with the moonlight

Wishing I could see the see,

And you with your flickering light

Has given me my endless nights,

Pervading and often serenading me

With the sweet resonance of light…


Alas! How ghastly has this become?

For me to realize that such a wayward drunkard

I have become, suckling upon this tinsel town

Learning to dance to the tunes of this dreary life,

That I can no longer tell,

The difference between cars and fireflies…

The difference between cars and fireflies...

5 Comments:

Blogger transition.... life..... senses.... reality. said...

din get it the first time... din get in the 2nd time... everytime i read it.. it posed a ? for me...

now i get it...

not everything written means the same as they are felt.. reasons defy words most of the time...

ur brilliance of expression is exceptional..

1:35 AM  
Blogger The world is to be won by love said...

I never knew Mumbai had so many fireflies & it was them who got into my helmet so many times :)
& also tat they cud be so beautifuly described

A reminder for the books you were to send to me (Salman Rushdie)

1:56 AM  
Blogger Randeep said...

Nice. I love fireflies..

Cheers
Randeep

12:22 AM  
Anonymous Harneet Singh said...

Really very nice poem.

2:54 AM  
Blogger sharath krishnaswami said...

ok. the firefly simply HAS To be a metaphor for something else.
or maybe the entire story is set in someplace else.
beautiful though!

4:56 AM  

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