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The Flaming Phoenix

By Yashansha Singh Rana


As my soul caught fire

And burnt every desire.

I fell to my knees,

Watching the seas,

I wished ... Time could freeze.


Burning bit by bit 

Every part of mine lit,

As the perception faded,

The flames took my vision

Yet I could envision 

The memories I created.


The hands I held 

The happiness I felt

The love, the laughters

But fears were my masters.


Then desires seemed withering 

As my speech degraded

Took the power of my words

With the impact they could've created.


The passion my heart held

The love it longed to have

Maybe it was vulnerable 

And maybe a little sad.


As the fire flared

Seeping through my skin,

My fears dissolved

And so did the demons within.


My dreams were gone

And so were my burdens

A little right, a little wrong,

Ending each of my versions.


The fire seemed pleasing 

As I met the end,

The weak me was gone

So was the one that couldn't bend.


By Yashansha Singh Rana


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