1:
Guided by the flames,
The ones that scorched my smile,
Charcoaled my senses,
Burned my desire.
Though the very same ones:
Light up the dark as they crackle,
Light up the way –
And I become one with their glow.
Guided by the flames.
2:
The sky becomes a canvass,
On which the monsoon reverses:
Rainfall falling in reverse,
Backwards rain,
Soaking the clouds
Rather than falling from them.
