Dying fire of passion

Dying fire of passion
Shut inside my room
Shattering the window
Here I was singing out your name
Caring less about people around and afore

Is it craziness or is it insanity?
Is it witchcraft or a dark cast spell?
I feel like a ship caught in a whirlwind
Torn is the oyster from its shell.

Sitting in the balcony,sobbing in the dark
Crying out your name aloud
Wishing you were here
Waiting for your call like a lark.

You asked me, " why does it have to be extreme?"
"Why can't you be normal?"
It's you and your personaa
That sets this aria into a phenomenal choral!

I fight away these feelings hard
Trying desperately to stay aloof
But in comes your magical thought
Hey dear this is reality not a spoof.

Ask me to stop , I shall freeze
If you want me gone I shall leave.
But don't do it so ruthlessly
Have some pity on you and me..

Just tell me once that I meant atleast something toyou just for a fraction of a second or a relentless moment
Tell me gently in my ears
that meeting me was not a bad omen.

Sitting in my house million miles away
gazing in the sky.
I see a falling star but
my heart misses a beat and
is ready to die..

You came from nowhere like a booming meteorite ,shattering my smooth life away
You put me in a spin wheel
and taught me to dance the night away

O dear, don't disappear into oblivion
don't be so cruel
This is a humble wish from me
to a dying fire of passion add no more fuel
To a dying fire of passion add no more fuel.....

Maneesha Purandare
WGC
13.12.15

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