Sea: Yo! Ms. Fire! How have you been? Long time....Anything crisp going on with you!! Anything intimidating!! :D Just in case yo need ma help...Lemme know!!
Fire: I am fire! Feed on ego! No such stuff happening! Really! As calm as before! As ever! (chuckling)
Sea: Oh really!! C'mon don't fool me around! I am the sea! Can take in almost anything and everything!
Fire: ( Sighs! Like i care! Can't help it!) yeah yeah i know that.....Burning but definitely calm and strong! Never fragile though!
Sea: Alright alright! You will let those violent string flow in through me someday! And i think i can wait!
Fire: (Smiles) Hmmmm... I want you wait! Feels great when you are around to refrain me or restrain me!! But whatever am glad!
And the fire! She is magnificient! Never dies! Only calms down..With in many weak, fragile strings die...And the strong ones that she wants to bury, she glows bright and hides them deep inside her. Just like a camouflage!
Hidden! Buried!
No one sees it! No one enquires!
But the sea is vast! He can bury even the darkest secret! Snatches it! Keeps on board! Away from you! At the same time the sea is very much aware about all of this! The tides just toss them up carefully!
It will be exactly offensive to admit that i have never felt this way, but yeah there is something different in me! I can sense it! Be it for the good or bad! I ain't turning back this time!
But being the fire, she is afraid of her own flames! What if the rage turns into those red golden burning fumes! Everything will be reduced to ashes! And she will left with nothing more than trash! Trash! All over the place.. She is fire! She can burn but cleaning out her closet of trash is little tiresome for her! Takes years!
Even she can't help it!
There are things the fire is afraid of! The wind, the sea and the living!
The Wind! He knows each and every spurt of fire! Very much aware and very much calm! Whirls the fire, traps her in the tornado and takes away all the anguish.
The living! She is definitely afraid! Once she had burnt it! Roasting it! Twisting it! The pain! The suffering! She repents.
And the fire! She burns from within! Never calm! Full of rage! She has become little weak. She has become tired of playing hide and seek with her own flames...
She needs to rest! She needs a sea! To calm her, to behold her!
To refrain her and to restrain her.
To soften her flames and to paint her blue!
And she definitely needs a bagful of wind! To always blow her outbreak!
Find the fire a sea!
Find her a wind!
Find her some peace!
And she will be all yours!
Signing off
"The fire"
The sea! Vast! Gorgeous! Breathtaking!
Fire: I am fire! Feed on ego! No such stuff happening! Really! As calm as before! As ever! (chuckling)
Sea: Oh really!! C'mon don't fool me around! I am the sea! Can take in almost anything and everything!
Fire: ( Sighs! Like i care! Can't help it!) yeah yeah i know that.....Burning but definitely calm and strong! Never fragile though!
Sea: Alright alright! You will let those violent string flow in through me someday! And i think i can wait!
Fire: (Smiles) Hmmmm... I want you wait! Feels great when you are around to refrain me or restrain me!! But whatever am glad!
And the fire! She is magnificient! Never dies! Only calms down..With in many weak, fragile strings die...And the strong ones that she wants to bury, she glows bright and hides them deep inside her. Just like a camouflage!
Hidden! Buried!
No one sees it! No one enquires!
But the sea is vast! He can bury even the darkest secret! Snatches it! Keeps on board! Away from you! At the same time the sea is very much aware about all of this! The tides just toss them up carefully!
It will be exactly offensive to admit that i have never felt this way, but yeah there is something different in me! I can sense it! Be it for the good or bad! I ain't turning back this time!
But being the fire, she is afraid of her own flames! What if the rage turns into those red golden burning fumes! Everything will be reduced to ashes! And she will left with nothing more than trash! Trash! All over the place.. She is fire! She can burn but cleaning out her closet of trash is little tiresome for her! Takes years!
Even she can't help it!
There are things the fire is afraid of! The wind, the sea and the living!
The Wind! He knows each and every spurt of fire! Very much aware and very much calm! Whirls the fire, traps her in the tornado and takes away all the anguish.
The living! She is definitely afraid! Once she had burnt it! Roasting it! Twisting it! The pain! The suffering! She repents.
And the fire! She burns from within! Never calm! Full of rage! She has become little weak. She has become tired of playing hide and seek with her own flames...
She needs to rest! She needs a sea! To calm her, to behold her!
To refrain her and to restrain her.
To soften her flames and to paint her blue!
And she definitely needs a bagful of wind! To always blow her outbreak!
Find the fire a sea!
Find her a wind!
Find her some peace!
And she will be all yours!
Signing off
"The fire"
The sea! Vast! Gorgeous! Breathtaking!
