1. a state, process, or instance of combustion in which fuel or other material is ignited and combined with oxygen, giving off light, heat, and flame. 2. a burning mass of material, as on a hearth or in a furnace. 3. the destructive burning of a building, town, forest, etc.; conflagration. 4. heat used for cooking, esp. the lighted burner of a stove: Put the kettle on the fire. 5. See Greek fire. 6. flashing light; luminous appearance. 7. brilliance, as of a gem. 8. burning passion; excitement or enthusiasm; ardor. 9. liveliness of imagination. 10. fever or inflammation.
Coffee Is My Poison (116)
I lit a tiny fire,
a wee lil' flame,
to burn nine nights,
praying peace came.
.
I asked of Him,
watching the vapor coil,
give Dad much needed vim,
long is his toil.
.
give Mom freedom,
may her worries abate.
give my sister wisdom,
as she does lucubrate.
.
watch those precious to me,
distanced from my sight
sincerely I ask of Thee,
protect them with your might,
.
so I lit a tiny fire,
a wee bit of flame,
even when things seem dire,
happiness came.
.
I keep careful watch
use oil of sesame,
clean its wick,
sleep with an open eye......
.
....for my hopes lie
in the endurance of my flame
nine nights it musn't die,
till serenity came.
Mandappa KC (98)
As the wind blew on
Scalding everything in sight
The fire flew fast
And burned everything in daylight
Black charred remains
Strewn till the eye could see
Killed everything in its path
Leaving me alone and free
Give me fire
Give me desire
Firefly, forest fires
passion and desires
we stood and stared out
everything dead and gone
we only had each other
and the power of carrying on
grabbing and touchin
wild fires from within
heat from outside and in
pure passion cant be sin
Give me fire
Give me desire
Firefly, forest fires
Passion and desires.
Heady Concoction (115)
Can We Have Peace Please...
“FIRE”, screamed the blood-splattered Major.
The azure sky blackened with the blasts of a zillion shells.
Faces like cats, hearts racing with pumped adrenaline.
‘Bharat Mata ki Jai’, rolled over the olive green brigade.
A fire-fly, somewhere, startled at the sudden ‘night’ flitted stupefied.
The crimson- yellow-red flares licked here and there.
Swims through the chaos, the innocent face of Kamla...
All of 3 years, bubbling with joy, screeching ‘Papa Papa’...
A salty tear trickles the eyes of Jayawant. The heart misses a beat.
A split second. Decision taken.
“You are FIRED!”, hits the retreating warrior.
Another place, fire in his belly, Bhaichung declines to ferry Fire in his hand.
Dok Saab (119)
FIRE………..
RatatatatMy heart was burning with hatred.
I released all my fury on the trigger.
Bullets went through her.
She was still standing in front of me, unharmed, smiling and teasing.
.
How much I loved her.
I couldn't think of life without her.
I had woven so many beautiful dreams around her.
She also loved me, or so I thought.
Until that day when I missed my train and returned back to the town, only to find her in the arms of this man.
"Meet Rohan, my fiancé.
""But...""You are still my best friend, Ajay."
The anger was unbearable.
My heart was on fire."
Hold on Sergeant, this is only a dummy, you are just wasting ammo"
The Red Ronin (105)
Shuffling along at the devil's paceRunning neither a marathon or a raceYet onward he goes through deserted landsConfident that all he needs are his hands.The winds howl around like bullies from schoolWaiting to tear to shreds and leave him in a poolUndaunted he ambles on treading dangerous watersWavering wilderness inviting him as his step faltersIs the nature of man that of a beastly kind or elseA gift conferred on him who chooses his destiny's hellsFor he stands unruffled without coverage by the tellyHe is what he is because of the fire in his belly.
Richa Gupta (75)
The body resting on the pyre
The flames kissing and licking
The wood crackling and hissing
Being engulfed by the fire
When I die
Will you cry?
The loving youthful days
Eye gazing French kissing
rain dancing Moon watching
all our romantic silly ways
when I die
will you cry?
Or the slowly drifting apart
Raised voices, insults hurled
Cruel hurting words hatred unfurled
Breaking the fragile loving heart
When I die
Will you cry?
Willy Wingfoot (120)
Hung my fate to the boat's sail,
No food, no coins, just my violin case
And a fiery urge to follow my heart's trail.
Bruised, bleeding, I woke to the evening moon,
In the city of hanging dreams, and sweared;
"I'll rule the radio soon"
Cleaned tables, walked dogs, ran errands a few,
Survived weeks on raw fish and stolen eggs,
with haystacks to warm the tired night's dew.
Years down, a chance hit to play the midnight blues,
My Lord had pressing issues I presume,
for I made music, while power crisis made the news.
YET....
Melody of the wind,
Ignites a fire within,
That consumes all regrets and pain,
And leaves an unflinching armor….
Of humor and HOPE!
Juhi(90)
A fiery afternoon
melted the classroom
She entered with shy eyes
a vision in pure white
Her brown mousy hair
oiled back in a pigtail.
The Sun’s fiery dancers
bounced off, casting lancers.
Her round earrings
sang merrily, of
golden sandy dunes,
embellished with fiery tunes.
All of a sudden,
there was a rustle.
And, my eyes fell on
the flame of her attire
The dupatta! It was made of Fire.
My eyes drank, till they could
no more. And I lowered them to
the boring sheet, once more.
49 comments:
Hi all
Its good to see you back.
I wish I could also be a part of this, but my kreator is still very busy, so I have posted my take on my Blog
please do visit :)
No new klasher this time :(
I hope the konfessioners find time to kompete, though.
Missy please take time off your busy schedule for klash, we are here just because of you.
@ Mickey,
If you managed to write without your kreator, why didn't you send in your entry. I am sure if you could write it, you could mail it too!
Hi Mickey!
I wish I could...and I will try to komment at least..my neck/back/head are all broken... and I'm so juiced!
I'm just really happy Sarang found time to run the show..the klash is about ALL of you!! And one person missing (be it the "miss"y baba) or whoever, shouldn't kill the flow..apologies and hugs and big balle balles to all!!!
Shinjini.
I have a BIG problem. Can anyone guess what it is?
Forest FIre,my lord?? ^^
HI Lord Summer :)
Where hadst thou been !!
Has Some naughty Monkey tied a Fire-Kracker to your Mighty Tail, my Lord
Sigh..i missed it again.....but will keep track...!! :((
no komments?! none at all!!! :|
hi all!!
well been busy wat with navratre,n my mom coming home on her way to her village for a wedding...so i was sticking to her for abit so no comments yet.plus my keyboard was well...in a fix...now alls well.
nice klash...but so so few entries...still...nice klash :o) komments tomorrow!
Dear Klashers, let the komments flow. We should get a move on. Let there be votes.
Hi All,
Fire, it seems has failed to ignite the klashers.
Only eight entries,
none from the Trio,
no komments till now,
and blogger related glitches in the format,
something needs to be done.
Even after Sarang tried to reformat my entry, it has some punctuation errors,
Ronin's Poem has been konverted into Prose, he hasnt komplained yet.
I was waiting for someone to start, my vote and komment will be there by Saturday evening.
Awrite...
Am not good in kommenting....but since nobody wants to go ahead..i WILL.
@coffee is my Pois...
Well written.Absolutely well rhymed...which is quiet hard for me. Not that i did't try..i did...n i settled for what u see now.
Very good one,mate.
@Mandappa
This one looks to me like two seperate poems combined...It sounds good in parts...like....from the start to "alone and free...." is good...and also the remaining lines,which form the other part of the poem.
But combined together it lacks that much required BOND in between.
@Heady...
A lot of "FIRE" used here. 5 in fact...taking FIRED as one...that reduces the desired effect that a FIRE need to make in these situations.
@ Doc
Hmm....happens! And the feeling of being second to someone when it involves your Love...its such frustruating. Suitably related,Doc.
@Ronin
Sounds cool...i promise to komment once the formatting is done.
@Richa
EXCELLENT! those two paras "the loving youthful days.." and "Or the slowly drifting apart...." looks like the best set of words that can be used to express those emotions. Only that, you could have used the spare words,almost 50, to form one more para.....but that might act worse at times. This is cool.
@Juhi
The sight you show is wonderful. I can clearly get the picture,which is quiet hard knowing myself as a lesser creative mortal,...but it lacks anything i can relate to FIRE. The poem's really good...just that it does'nt sit well HERE.
@Willy
Me!....i dont know what to say. I was quiet satisfied with my original one...but after altering it to fit 120...i dont know.
u can take a look if u care....the original one.
http://willywingfoot.blogspot.com/
Was one of the shortest period of time it consumed to komment in klash.
Unfotunate.
I'll vote after getting a clear picture what Ronin's got.
CYA soon!
My Komments(In Alphabetical order)
CIMP--
Lovely Prayer, Dok !!
I can understand the significance of keeping that little flame burning through nine nights, twice a year we have that flame in our house.
HC--
Fire in so many forms,
Good use of the word, but the paragraphs lacked continuity.
JTF--
Dupatta made of fire!!,
Lovely imagery,
Sensuous poetry !
MKC--
Not one of your best, Mandappa.
RG--
When I die
Will you cry?
Will it matter, Richa?
Why this morbid poem this time,
You have always given us such beautiful thoughts.
TRR--
Fire in the belly, who’s story are you telling, Ritz?
Nicely rhymed poem, spoilt by Blogger.
WW--
Another Fire in the belly, or in the heart.
Tale of some famous Guitarist, Willy?
Nothing is impossible once that fire within ignites.
My Vote
CIMP, for may be because I had also lit that little fire uninterrupted, in my home for nine nights. That lil fire inspires so much confidence.
Though it was hard not to vote for Juhi’s Flaming Dupatta
now my komments : in order of appearance.lol.
mandappa k c : i agree,pure passion cannot be sin.its sad that many disagree.nice poem...i liked the mention of fireflies.
heady concoction : war,another firefly,burning...wow.its grand...but maybe it would be better comprehended if you were to expand it a bit more,outside of klash :)
dok saab : another passionate entry.i thought u were going to write abt the fire of hungry in ur stomach!but i guess that wud be more mickeys forte.this is so often seen,by guys i guess.girl has male best friend whos always around for her,when shes single she needs him...then dumps him when she gets a new man.ugh.women sometimes.well written sir,u knw when i read such write ups,i wonder,if its not real.
the red ronin : he is what he is because of the fire in his belly...so true,we all are that.lovely poem,lovely rhymes.
richa gupta : who will cry when u die,a timy book by robin sharma.made me think.so did ur poem...when a couple breaks up,do they cry when the other one dies?
willy wingfoot : i think uve done a great job.sailor wanting to be an RJ?thats a new one!ur song was cool,singing of hope :)
juhi : my vote!ooh...dupattas of fire...i wish they were for sale...every plain girl would become a goddess!
what is goin on??isnt today the day for deciding the winner and the word?kya baat hai,is no one interested at all?
Seems so to me too.. :(
!!!
Seems Like the Guests are enjoying the dinner while the hosts are away :)
Hi!
Could not log on earlier due to connectivity problem from BSNL.
Great entries all!
First I'll give a little background on my entry.
It has its genesis in terror and violence and people's changing (or rather more overt) reaction towards it.
'Fire' has many connotations....mostly negative and perilous.
My entry tries to bring into picture the various nuances of 'fire', against this backdrop of hope for 'living' and 'peaceful co-existence' of men.
Engulfed by images of his little daughter, whom he may never see again and whose happiness and future will be eclipsed if he dies/is maimed/fatally wounded in the battlefield, a warrior flees from his post on the border. Fully aware of the consequences of his desertion from the army, he is 'fired', the moment he turns his back to all the gory blood-shed.
The fire-fly symbolises freedom, a care-free attitude and the natural innocence of living beings.
'The crimson- yellow-red flares' are the fires emitted from the mouths of tankers, missile launchers and guns.
At another place, Bhaichung Bhutia refuses to carry the Olypmic torch, protesting against the Chinese atrocities against the Tibetans.
Now, my komments...
Doc Saab Hey if it's a dummy then who said "Meet Rohan, my fiancé.
""But...""You are still my best friend, Ajay."?? Otherwise well crafted and a well delivered tale.
Richa Gupta Wonderful! An era of love-life-despair-death portrayed in such simple words. Stress-less rhyming. The protagonist still carries hopes of being loved and missed by her lover even as she breathes her last.
CIMP A lovely prayer. very well composed. However, at some places, the tenses seem mixed up - in an effort to rhyme words.
Mandappa KC Well versed. Passionate and with words that convey the image in one's mind. Though, there seems to be a bit of a confusion. In the 2nd stanza, it says "Killed everything in its path Leaving me alone and free"; while in the 4th stanza, it is "we stood and stared out everything dead and gone we only had each other". It is not clear whether the protagonist is alone or with loved ones (as the latter verses portray).
The Red Ronin "For he stands unruffled without coverage by the telly". This line stands out of the otherwise sombre and grave rendition of 'his' taxing travails. Anyways, loved the poetry.
Willy Wingfoot Wah! Wah! "...for I made music, while power crisis made the news." What lines! What words! What connotations! Beautifully written. A master piece! (Is there a likeness to the flick Saawariya?)
Juhi Ah! Reminded me of my university days and slogging through the examinations. Good work.
Der aaye par durust aaye.....kommented on all the entries (hurrah!) And now the time to VOTE.
It was difficult to pick one here. There were many strong contenders. However, in fear of my multiple votes being struck down as INVALID by miss shinjini, after much cogitation, I declare that
My vote goes to ...... Willy Wingfoot
PS: At the end, there was a tie between WW and Richa G. WW clinched the vote courtesy his last stanza .
Hey mickey
this is mean...
it smells like a ploy to divert everyone to your blog :-)
why can't your creator post your entry on klash?
Mean mean mean
@ Sarang, Trapti
Thanks for visiting my blog :)
No Trapti, this is not a ploy to increase traffic to my blog.
I kould write for the word, but my Kreator wont send it for klash as he says he kan not komment twice, once as him, and then as me
sorry sorry...no excuses other than the lame ones of being busy and sick...yes still..what a drag!!
here are my comments and vote but before then..thanks willy and HC for appreciating my peom. Doc saab..although practically it does not matter who cries after you are gone but this thought, I am sure, plagues many while they are still among the living. these werent morbid thoughts actually they kinda had a funny start. Krishna (my better half) happened to comment "every time you cry I die a little death" which was very sweet and romantic but i turned it around and wrote this wondering what happens to couples who go throught the life and then death of a relationship...it's not necessarily a physical death.
anyway i seem to have overanalysed it :)
sorry sorry...no excuses other than the lame ones of being busy and sick...yes still..what a drag!!
here are my comments and vote but before then..thanks willy and HC for appreciating my peom. Doc saab..although practically it does not matter who cries after you are gone but this thought, I am sure, plagues many while they are still among the living. these werent morbid thoughts actually they kinda had a funny start. Krishna (my better half) happened to comment "every time you cry I die a little death" which was very sweet and romantic but i turned it around and wrote this wondering what happens to couples who go throught the life and then death of a relationship...it's not necessarily a physical death.
anyway i seem to have overanalysed it :)
Ok...it seems to have been posted twice..sorry!!
My Komments without further ado
CIMP: wonderful potrayal of the Navratre jyot...although it took me 2 readings to understand it..having never observed the ritual. nice rhyming too albiet a little stretched at places.
Mandappa: you have tried to portray both the destructive and life giving forces of the fire but it does not jive. somewhere it seems disconnected. maybe in a bigger context but here I am left owndering who will feel liberated by everything being destroyed by a fire. or is it symbolic of a fire within purging every dark deeds?
HEady C: your write up has some vivid imagery and a nice message but it sounds a little cliched. the soldier is "fired" as soona she turns as in hit or court martialled?? i guess dessertation is a very human emotion/act.
Doc saab: did he really "love" her? i dont think so. nicely written but the subject was not well chosen. you have proven, time and again, to be capable of so much better and greater thoughts and writings
Red Ronin: liked your portrayl of a man who strives and achieves not for fame and rewards but for what he believes in. nice rhyming
Willy: a touching story of a person's struggle and it could have been any of us..that was the beauty of your piece but the "fire" could have been replaced by any other word and not missed.
Juhi: what a romantic filmy entrance of the heroine :) a little contradiction though of mousy oily hair and being a vision in white...but still having a vibrant duppatta!!
My vote: Red Ronin
Vote tally:
CIMP=1 vote (dok saab)
Juhi= 1 vote (CIMP)
Willy= 1 vote (Heady c)
Red Ronin= 1 vote (Richa)
Willy you are still to vote and so is RR, Mandappa and Juhi among others who did not write.
we can still run the show guys till Shin is back...commonnnnnnn
Hi Richa Ji
Its a good idea to komment twice, when the activity levels of Klash is at its lowest :)
Revised Vote tally:
(I am the last Klash's winner, no one kongratulated me is another matter :( )
CIMP=2 vote (dok saab)
Juhi= 1 vote (CIMP)
Willy= 1 vote (Heady c)
Red Ronin= 1 vote (Richa)
no fair dok saab...i kongratulated u!check the last posts!
My vote doesn't kount hope the comments do :)
...Poison nice take, fire is an integral part of a prayer, liked the tiny fire, but missed the significance of the nine lights..."
Mandappa Nice rhyme, liked the line "Give me fire..." I felt the seccond stange took the focus from fire
Heady... Nice improvisation, different fiery take, liked them all except the last one, the line really wasn't necessary, enough fire was already there
Dok Saab :D nice twist at the end Dok saab, it was almost multitasking, using fire as different take.
Red ronin Can you please put the punctuation marks? another fire in the belly?
Richa Wonderful! the flow is really nice, only thing i guess you are bit far from the theme, but liked it a lot.
Willy.. Excellent Rangan, it was really i felt most powerful impact of the fire, "I made music,while power crisis made the news" yes its the fire :)
Juhi very nice, one request can you club the last two stanga somehow? i mean the poem will surely sound much better in that case. xcellent job..
my vote which wont be kounted goes to Rangan i
hey all!!so so great to see klash in full flow again!!
@santonu : 9 nights,not light...see,for navratri,i lit a diya,which was supposed to last nine nights...till the end of navratri...not supposed to be put out...n i was doin it for the first time...so it was v.v.hard for me.i had many sleepless nights cos i was afraid it'd snuff off :o) i thot it wirth writing about as at the end of navratri when i had to let the flame die down,i felt v.sad...
Sorry for my absence, fellows! I was out of the time and in no proximity of net. :(
But it is nice to see that voting has been taking place. Let us wait for some more votes. We will have a winner by tomorrow evening.
God, I wanted to say out of the station!
My vote to "Coffee is my poison".....
Took a while deciding between HER n MYSELF... ^^
But me being generous n modest n all...i gotta let it go :)
CHEERS!
@heady concotion: well ure right... i was actually tryin to bring out the confusion around fire... its both life giving and destructive and its precisely for ths reason, that i purporsely tred to confuse ...
tho i may not have dont a good job of it...
im sorry everyone, ive been travelling on work...and have only got to a comp now...
will shortly put my komments down !
THANK YOU SARANG!!!
I am sorry for being so late, but exams and a wedding had kept me busy and perspiring, in that order :D
Thanks Shweta for the vote!
C'mon guys enough chutti (that means a holiday Mandappa :P)let's get back to klashing!!!
Coffee
Ooh, that's heavenly.
Mandappa
Wow, the fire of passion, nice work of imagery in the initial stanzas.
Heady
I really liked the first two pieces.
Dok
Beautiful entry Dok saab, but nothing even close to your "Psst..."
The Red
I really like your takes, and this is the first one that I have understood at my first go! Very well rhymed and excellent.
Richa
Nice one. Especially the first stanza, I can actually smell and picture the image.
Willy
Its a nice, almost romantic take.
Juhi
THANK YOU SARANG!!! :D
Umm...my vote goes to Mandappa KC
Mandi: Waiting for your vote, Sir!
My Komments:
Coffee:
"I lit a tiny fire,a wee lil' flame,to burn nine nights,
praying peace came" i love this part... its a beautiful take.
heady: nice in parts, but meandered more than i did.
dok saab: it seems a half attempt at humour in the end, so i wont give u my vote...but a decent take.
red ronin: a clean take. for the first time im seeing another take that has a dying need to rhyme.
richa: well i relate to this poem, the place i am in my life right now... tho the wil u cry when i die, is a lil cliche.
willy: i feel...i relate... i see... and like me, uve portrayed :HOPE"
juhi: accha hai!! :P
think ill give my vote, to a fellow travelling, wannabe one man band :)
*WILLY*
Lol...thanx for the votes.
I'am surprised i got those..really.....the 120limit one did'nt impress me...the lil longer one in my blog was i thought upto my level of satisfaction....
Thanx sir Santano...vote does kount for me....
@Malted
That's quiet an appreciation. Ya,did notice a few common charecteristics...feels good. And if i remember, you had asked me if i was a gamer,..I AM....a very very addictive one too. Only reason why i miss klash...and with vacations m on it around 15-18hrs a day.
hi all...after an initial spurt of excitement,alls quiet again :)
i thot many ppl wud write abt fire.theres so much to write!literally and figuratively.
now...can we move on...n get the next word?!!cant wait to work on it...
You won Coffee. I want a treat. You keep the poison and give me a coffee! :)
Kongrats !!! Sweta
So whats the new word :)
Yeh, what's it?
omg!!i did win!!c i kept messing up the kounting...!THANK U THANK U V.MUCH!!
@sarang : i won cos of u...u know that.
@dok saab : yay!!thanks!!
the new word is...HOPE.
Congrats CIMP..!!
Didnt get the time to Write or Comment but HOPE to Finish this one on time....
Birthday wishing Time:
Many Many Happy Returns of the Day.. to Sarang n TruthDude!!
Congrats CIMP....nice word
Happy to to to Mooshak :)
Thanks RushMe and Ri Ri Ri Richa! :)
I shall send the verdikt letter at the earliest.
Shweta, Nice word. And you deserved to win. :)
ouch! due to my intermittent internet connexion.. my roaring reviews have not been uploaded on to the comments page! grrr... now im on fire!
guess there's always hope to contend with..
thank u all... :) the win came at a time most needed.unfortunately im unable to be fully happy abt it cos i just had a lousy pg counselling.thus the origin of the next word hope.
but thanks u all for ... u knw.
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