In a corner of this cold desolate room
There lies a hearth – warm and pleasant
stoked with dreams and desires
unfulfilled in the time that has
flown by throughout these years.
Here I find some solace
like the dogs at manikarnika ghat
who come to the burning pyres on
winter mornings and evenings to
rest against the glowing embers
of wood mired with human flesh
It is in this corner that I find
the inspiration to give up and give in
on the things that are and the things
that would be, if only I were to chose to dare
life has been funny to me
As you know, but if it’s a joke
Then you ought to laugh and move on
But when that becomes difficult
I come to this hearth,.always glowing.
with its warm embrace it greets me
and makes me hopeful for this is where
dreams may turn to ash, from here they
shall rise once again.
It is the promise of the hearth
A hearth that warms my cold heart
