Playing With Fire Poem by Jayeeta Shamsul

Playing With Fire

I am a weird boy in wacky clothes,
I know fire bending since my birth.
When I was a mere child,
I started playing with fire,
To gain long stares,
To buy things of my desire,
To buy things dire.
I am offspring of fire,
Ive born with fire,
I’ve played with fire,
I do romance with fire.
I am avatar of fire bending,
I’ve read the scrolls of fire bending,
I’ve touched the sorrows of fire rings,
I’ve burnt myself in fire, heart-rending.
Then suddenly I became fire’s fright,
I started bending it to my sweet will.
I made the fires dance to my tunes,
I twirled them in sand dunes.
I’ve sent fires to search my love,
I’ve lost myself to the fire dove.
I’ve noticed insects flight towards fire,
I’ve gazed people giving up lives to fire,
I’ve seen homes burning down by fire,
Still, I am the last person,
To attend ‘Burning man’ festival.
I swish my hands to move fire,
I swirl my body to tame fire,
I do dance with the phoenix of fire,
I shed tears to stop the burning love letters.
I’ve lost loved ones in open fire.
Still, I do live with fire,
Making it a slave of my desire!
I do love its warmth,
I do tolerate its wrath,
I do understand its worth.
Fire does charm me with destruction’s scroll,
Fire does indulge me in fire-bender’s role.
I am a weird boy in wacky clothes,
I am fire-charmer since my birth.
I’ve experienced the fire of love,
Fire of passion,
Fire of sex,
Fire of animosity,
Fire of cruelty,
Fire of envy,
Still I do befriend fire as a whole.
Fire is my almighty,
It’s given me dignity,
It let me know my identity! !
I see fire as a strong-hearted woman,
It comes back again and again;
Like the fiction of phoenix,
Every time with a new jinx.
Fire is most unwelcomed guest,
Still, it welcomes me with zest.
It is not always daunting,
That’s why I mastered the art of fire-bending.
Tribal songs can ignite fire,
Roast your meat on oven fire,
Take your love in a bonfire,
Flee from wildfire,
And never ignore the gazes of fire! !
Fire is my friend,
Fire is my foe,
Fire strengthens me,
In the days of woe.
I confide things with fire,
To fire, I’m great womanizer.
I borrow drops of fire from the sun,
I’ll evaporate the mysteries till undone.
I’ll lit up the lamp of life,
With drops of stolen fire.
I will recognize the hidden spark,
I will venture for stones in the dark;
To enkindle the fire inside people.
That fire is very precious,
To shun the shadows of slavery,
To erase the scars of treachery,
To catch the flight to bravery! !

This is the story of a fire-bender boy! !
Jayeeta Shamsul 29 March 2014

Thanks Mr. Mahur for your comment. I am a bit too imaginative by nature. Plz read my other poems too.

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Jayeeta Shamsul 29 March 2014

Thanks Mr. Mahur for commenting on my poem. I am happy that you liked the poem. Plz read my other poems too.

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V P Mahur 29 March 2014

Dear Jayeeta, I have never seen so elaborate description of fire. it is welcomed if it burns away the garbage of inhuman feelings. Nicely written. great imagination. Thanks and please reply

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