Recently realized I that

A lover I am of the Fire too

I have it

In my every cell

It burns and cools me

A part of me be gone

Bhasmam/Ash, every day

Which can’t come back

To me, nor of any help

For tomorrow

It smears the Bhasmam/ash of

Each day on my

Forehead

Reminding me of

The remaining me

Today I saw the sky has

Grey clouds on its

Forehead too

No, sky has no days

Nor nights

To be burned

But I have!

My “havings” are reigned

By the Sun

The sky is not the same

The earth rotates

No, this rotation is so static

So static!

The Sun comes and goes

The same way

The day starts and ends

The same way

The ash is same grey

forever

The Fire eats my colours

It reminds me

My colours are not mine

It is given and can be taken

Away by, anytime

From the ashes how to pick

Burned colours !

The colours come to the eyes

Only when the Sun consents

But even the Sun can’t

Colour the ashes

I know, ... I know, ... I know !