Charred Dreams

Ajar nature's doors opened wide,

Instilling high spirits,

On untrodden tracks,

Winding its way up the hill...

Unfamiliar footfalls

Gained momentum

To crush nature on its way....

Dried leaves and twigs,

Along dangling tree branches,

With engulfed climbers and creepers,

Built thick pyres to be laid...

Warm noon air dazzled,

Through hot rays of Sun,

Searching for a spot,

To trickle a game of fire....

Waiting stealthily,

To capture those seconds,

Who triggered those tiny sparks,

To engulf so many lives later?

Knowingly or unknowingly,

What lead them into a death trap,

That charred their dreams forever.....

Within seconds those tiny sparks,

Grew into stretched tongues of fire,

Cooked both flesh and bones -

Eating lives on its way...

Rescued from fiery tongues of fire,

Peeled survivors dangled life and death.....

Is it right to think,

Blessed are the dead,

for they were deprived of the pain,

to survive before they breathed their last.....

Nothing could have saved them,

Except their destiny that sustained,

With good deeds, thoughts, and lives...

Whatever it may be - now and then,

Nature sends in the warning,

Never tamper with someone,

Who will not react at the first instance,

But will give you back in multiples,

That could leave you stumped forever....