Burning blades

Tall blades burned,
Surrounding the waif,
 In their claustrophobic circumference.
The smoke- hazes vision
As the grey clouds look down-
Pregnant in their austerity.
Numb fingertips,
Reached out towards the scathing fire,
To feel some life running,
Through the jetlagged veins.
Dry eyes,
Breathed in the black air,
While the grass crackled all around.
Hunched up shoulders cowered further,
As the body withdrew into its shell.
The circumference got constricted further,
As the escape seemed to be steadily eaten up
By the golden flames.
The eagle stared down,
At the smell of the ruin-
The black eyes greeted the horizon-
Adorning its wings.
The call of the wild,
Seemed echoing from an outer world-
A world of the living-
Where the mind refused any human contact with.
Ashen the face,
Sooty and stained now-
Looked around -
Looked out.
Towards yonder,
Where the field were still green,
And sunshine could play with the rainbow.