Are you walking through a ball of fire
Are you walking through the sea
Is it hallucination, déjà vu
Your own echo, it could be.
It’s also that book you wrote and buried
Scratch the mud and begin to read
Look closely at the folded corners
There lie the pages you must strain to see.
Are you crazy enough to find the answers
For a glass ball it has questions too many.
On the torn page lies the beggar,
Talented enough to buy you off.
Next comes that one legged dog,
Who heroically saved your life.
Another chapter brings answers to calls of query
Where those cinematic pigeons on the rooftop sang
Two for warmth, one for lonely, five far too many.
The old tree is a new coffin
Water hotel-y hot or cold
Smoke, holy smoke marks your glory
Everything you put your hand on is sold.
It’s going to tumble soon
To make some noise in your silent sea
This book has its own charm
It will lose gracefully.
History says the fragile is always bet in wars,
Hasn’t it been at stake times far too many.
Let’s stop passing it around,
To see who wins before the fall.
All of it is reflected through the looking glass,
Every episode will end in a barricade
If you continue walking down this hall.
If it crumbles, can you resurrect a new you
In the wind of ashes you can hear it whisper
“If you burn me, I will burn you too”.