Burn

A coffee cup conversation.
With the Concerned Banana-
Shot us off into our outer space,
With both unwillingly faced with the
Magnanimity of the Cancer !
The aqueous symbol stands for nothing
But over-active lacrimal glands-
Or just numb tired tissues.
Sips doused in froth,
Hazes the weary minds too.
As words tumble out,
In the the rather awkward shared space.
Strangely, the watered sign binds us to
A starry fate-
That we can only stare at.
'Coz it's too far-
And too much beyond comprehension-
Much above individual will to see a collective conclusion.
Collateral damage- that's what became of us-
As the others strode towards the podium.
Issues remained the same-
With names and borderlines changed.
Songs remained the same too-
Funny how loving and losing is interchangeable,
By age, life-stage and an alphabet !
We may laugh-
In bitter sweet irony-
Of all the agony that ties us to the sign.
We long for the earth or the fire to be the ruler-
Or transpose the fate of date !
We burn - heroes in our own stories.
Suffer the ignominy of all that's familiar.
Banana looks at me-
While I let my eyes slide-
Looking for that new slice of a new lie.
Actually, what we'd realized,
Is that the horror-scope
At the time of our births-
Had destined us towards nothing-
But to meet, greet and treat dysfunctional breaks.
Is it that, we don't let ourselves be happy-
Let go and make peace with the loss.
Why does the sign cling on to
What's not the fate,
But a swim through dire straits?
We look at each other,
And the scars that leave the plots bare.
Burn, is all that we can think of,
In our own despair.
While solution remains simple-
The ethics of our sign,
Pulsate and drill into us,
The codes of conduct-
Like the stone tablets of Hammurabi,
We seek our inner peace,
Through the fire-
As we walk barefeet.
The clouds offer no shade,
The rain- no mercy.
It;s just the black fire in us,
That make us burn in defeat.