Ruthless Creature

I was standing in the heart

Of the ferocious, bloodcurdling flames

I stood there, perspiring profusely

My sarong was theatrically ablaze.

I walked forward a few steps

And then, I caught my breath

I saw my life in front of me

To not cry, I tried my best.

The fire pounced upon me

I jumped out of my skin

I felt quite feeble and weak

I thought warmly of my kith and kin.

I creased my unkempt eyebrows

Trying my best not to dread

My face was splendidly aglow

I tried not to think of death.

I sat down, hoping for good

‘Will somebody ever find me?’ I wondered

A tear stained my sorrowful mood

Before the fire, I surrendered.

As it closed around me mercilessly

I wept and cried pessimistically

I thought of my friends and family

I’d miss them ever so greatly.

The Lass by the Creek

I stood there, my eyes closed

My thoughts all jumbled 

I glimpsed the evening firmament

‘Beautiful!’ I mumbled.

My kilt was dancing gracefully

As the light winds passed

My tresses were shining vibrantly

At the rivulet I glanced.

There was a trivial tension

Within my motionless body

I turned back, looked about

And was faced by nothing and nobody.

I walked to the black boulders

And mounted the most dicey one

My shoe got stuck in between

My orifice gave away a grunt.

I felt on top of the world

As I stood on the greasy surface

I saw the staring face of the girl

As I bent over the water façade.

Putting my feet in the sparkling torrent

I felt a chill and a shiver

I kicked the water with strong zest

The water progressing as it glimmered.

Now I retrace my footsteps

To the petite hut I came from

But the memorable sundown I just spent

Would be remembered daily, without glum.