Fire

The first lamp from fire
Lit early in the morning
At the home altar
Praying for patience
Enlightenment, well-being

The first fire
Lit by a bride
In her new home
The first dish cooked
Sweet and warm, an augury

The raging fire
In the stomach
The most powerful one
That can turn anything
Into sustenance, strength

The fire that burns
In the heart
Rage, jealousy, pain
Stoking unrest, discord
Destruction  and desolation

The fire that become power
Energising motors
Machines engines and matter
That illuminates with just a switch
Cities, wildernesses and sea depths

Fire like lightening
That can devastate
Forests, civilizations, human
Turning into ashes in minutes
Years of development, growth, evolution

Fire that can transform
Turn raw into edible
Darkness to light
Matter to nothing
Life to death to dust

Welcome to the Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where Anu, Ashok, Conrad, DeliriousGaelikaa,  GrannymarMagpie11Paul, Maria the Silver Fox, Rummuser , Will Knott, Shackman and I write on the same topic. Please do visit the linked blogs to get  different flavours of the same topic.

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About padmum

You could call me Dame Quixote! I tilt at windmills. I have an opinion on most matters. What I don't have, my husband Raju has in plenty. Writer and story teller, columnist and contributer of articles, blogs, poems, travelogues and essays to Chennai newspapers, national magazines and websites, I review and edit books for publishers and have specialized as a Culinary Editor and contributed content, edited and collaborated on Cookbooks. My other major interest is acting on Tamil and English stage, Indian cinema and TV. I am a wordsmith, a voracious reader, crossword buff and write about India's heritage, culture and traditions. I am interested in Vedanta nowadays.
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16 Responses to Fire

  1. Maxi says:

    The first fire lit by a bride… lovely. Wonderful post, Padmini
    Blessings – Maxi

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  2. blackwatertown says:

    I wasn’t expecting poetry.
    Very good.

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  3. grannymar says:

    A wonderful poem and you covered all angles.

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  4. This is so beautiful and thougthful. Your words capture the essence of fire and your last line – Life to death to dust remain on my tongue and lingers in my brain which is how I know I loved the poem and my greatest compliment.

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  5. rummuser says:

    I am finding it difficult to comment since yesterday in your blog, This is the fourth time that I am trying, I just wish to say, Thathaasthu.

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  6. shackman says:

    Yoo’re gonna make me a fan of poetry yet. Very nice.

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  7. bikehikebabe66 says:

    Thathaasthu from me to you too.
    Now that’s a poem I understand. I read the poetry in The New Yorker magazine but that’s poetry NOT to be understood.

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  8. A beautiful piece of poetry. Lovely!

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  9. Barath Rajgopaul says:

    WOW!!!!

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