Fire & Ice

There was a time,

When we thought of a world,

Under the shed of contentment and delight,

Where we looked for a kinship,

Within every soul's trespassing by.

In hope for leading lives,

Under the beacon of starlight

Where tranquility of minds was a reason

To relive those juvenile moments of bliss

Imperishable with the fall of age

In a hunt for Euphoria Under the disguise

But, when reality strikes,

That entire notion turns pale and petrifying

Every curtain dwindle on the spur of the moment

Like every set of verities falls down all of a sudden

Even those contours seem so shimmering

But those dire darkness prevails at eventide

Like the sun shines so bright

When the fire engenders emotions

That's never too resilient to live by

Like the abhorrence melts down

Every tad of an ice

Even if this world comes to a head 

Within the pacific ring of fire,

Or the Ice meltdown every camouflaged desire

Within the clutches of hatred and conspires

Though a soul can pull through the wrath of fire,

If thou can get hold of those fiery covets,

Which was once hard to hold out against.

What if it had to bite the dust twice,

To hold my hate every moment I survive

To live past a self-slaughter of those rimes

And hits the spot for a while.