Fire and Ice – Analysis

Today, I happened to stumble across an old favorite poem – “Fire and Ice” by Robert Frost. However, today I took the time to think, really think about it and analyze. For those who haven’t read it yet, here it is –

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
There could be many interpretations of this poem. Here are two I could come up with.
1. When the poet talks about the world coming to an end, it could mean the literal end of the world, destruction, doomsday, whatever you call it. So when we talk about the world ending, it could be due to either of the two elements mentioned – Fire or Ice. The subtle point here being, these are the only two ways the world could end in, either by being consumed, devoured by fire or being frozen to an icy extinction.
2. The end of the world could be the end of a person, their destruction. What will be the thing that destroys them? Fire, meaning desire, lust, emotion, greed, anger? Could be anything. Or is it ice? Icy difference (like giving someone the cold shoulder?), hate, apathy?
It could be the end of relationships. How too much passion, anger, emotion can at times sabotage a relationship. Similarly, apathy, indifference, lack of efforts can be equally responsible for destroying it.
What do you think? Drop a Comment!
PS- Game of thrones fans, what do you think, is this related to A song of fire and ice?
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Weekend musings

The way people treat you is a reflection of their inner self and character, not yours.

You may choose to be a good person, a kind friend, an empathetic listener, that doesn’t mean your kindness will be reciprocated. That is merely your choice. The choices that you make may let you sleep at night in peace knowing you are doing good or prick your heart like a little thorn knowing you are in the wrong.

You may be the shoulder to cry on for people in your life that doesn’t mean when you need one there will be people around to be that for you.

The people who you may travel across the oceans for will not necessarily cross a street to be there for you when you need them. Sometimes even if you give someone all your patience, love and support they can still choose to be indifferent or even impudent towards you. That is their choice.

Don’t break your heart just because someone else doesn’t have one. 

Don’t fall from grace just because someone else chooses to do so.

Don’t stop being kind just because someone doesn’t appreciate it. Someone might, someday.

Don’t stop being you just because someone else can’t handle your magnificence. 

Don’t stop shining just because someone tries to dim your light.


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What you feel

One morning you wake up and feel a sudden emptiness inside of you. A blank space, a void left by something, you don’t know what.
One day you wake up and it doesn’t make sense, the sadness, the sense of gloom that has come over your mind.
Nothing has happened. Why is your heart in this emotional turmoil?
One day you wake up and see everyone getting on with their lives. People doing things they’ve always wanted to and more. People achieving great things, securing good jobs, traveling to exotic places, finding love, finding art things you’ve always wanted to do.
And a little part of you goes ‘Oh’ and a little something breaks inside you.
It doesn’t mean you’re jealous of them. Neither does it mean that you want what they have.
It’s you realising that you’re still here. Maybe you will always be just ‘here’.
Maybe some people don’t find that voice inside them that tells them what to do. The voice could be wrong too, right? You dread making a career in something you might find dull and monotonous later. But what could you have  done? Everyone said this degree will get you good jobs.
But will it compensate for that feeling when you’re tired from a long day of doing things you don’t enjoy, hustling and rushing and grinding throughout the day, just longing for the weekend?
You’re scared that not everyone feels this way. You are right too.
You want to go after what you want, but you know it won’t pay the bills. You’re too scared that you won’t be good enough for that dream. What if things go wrong?
But at least you’ll be happy. Is that enough?

But this isn’t the end of the problem. You wonder if someone out there feels the way you do. If you’re alone. If you’re normal?
You’re too scared to say it out loud because come on, your friends seem to have it all figured out. (Maybe they think the same way about you, the grass is always greener on the other side)

Then there are other things. You aren’t exactly emotionally strong either. Sometimes you get a little too attached, a little too angry, a little too upset, a little too overwhelmed. You wonder why you’re such an emotional mess? I mean once you had it all figured out in life, you knew where you were going, do you anymore?

I wish I was some genie with all the answers. But I am not, none of us. But this I know, some days nothing will make sense, some days everything will.
Some days you’ll feel invincible, some days you’ll feel hollowed out.
I think all we can do is do what we believe to be right in the moment, because no one has a definitive answer.
Even if your actions make 100% sense today, maybe they won’t tomorrow, or vice versa.
Know that you’re not alone.

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Fickle Love


The velvety softness,
Caressing my finger tips
Makes me feel invincible
For I know, one snap of my fingers
And this sweet little thing
Will be for forever,
Gone. Lost. Perished.

I’d compare it to love,
Their beauty resembles each other.
But I know love is fickle.
For once the heart is broken,
It will never love,
The same way again.
Or perhaps never love at all.
The flower though,
Will diligently grow again.

However, just like the smell of the crushed flower
Lingers on my fingertips,
The memories of love will linger
On my heart.
Perhaps forever. 

The moon

An impassive observer,

Looming overhead,

Floating ominously,

fills me with dread.

The distant moon glowing,

Wise, serene, all knowing.


The moon

Quiet as a grave,

Controlling the deadly waves.

Watching us be,

Our glory,our doom, it does see.

All the secrets it heard over the years,

It knows our desires, our deepest darkest fears.

Hidden away beneath its silvery soft silhouette.

Nothing concerns the godly ball of magic,

Except its loneliness, oh how tragic.

To have all these tales, and no one to share,

All this beauty, yet untouchable.

Oh! How unfair.

When solitude creeps in the middle of the night,

Look up and see the moon,

So alone, yet full of light.

Waiting to be saved,
From it’s plight.

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Image – clicked by me.

Inside a Writer’s mind

A writer’s mind is a dark place to be in.

Imagine billions… okay I guess that’s an exaggeration, dozens of thoughts gushing and spouting in you mind. A beautiful mess. It’s YOUR mess.

At times its like a dark night, writer’s block as we know it. No matter how much you search, and wherever you look, all you draw is a blank.

Imagine looking for a door in a dark room, especially when you don’t even know where the door could be, which is the right one, or where they lead you, where your only hope is a sudden flutter of light, from which direction? You don’t know.Frustrating isn’t it?


That’s what it feels like.

Other times the mind if bursting with ideas, at the oddest of times. At 3 am in the night, In the shower, at a party, at a date! When you just can’t wait to get your hands on the nearest smart phone, tablet or writing material in case of us traditional writers.

Then comes the hardest part, of putting it into the right words.

Even though you may have a great idea, a great gut feeling about some thing – at times you just can’t articulate it. You feel it, but you don’t know how to make others see what you feel. How to make them see meaning in your mess.

To top it off, at times there’s a flutter of light, of an idea in that dark room only to slip away before you can act on it.

There are times when your friends and family might get annoyed at how you manage to turn personal incidents into stories in your pieces, or how you shut people off for some time when you are in “the zone” and need to write your thoughts ( It’s like a physical urge to just pen down the thoughts at times before they fade away) I honestly thank such people for accepting such quirky behavior at times.

a writers mind

But I honestly can’t complain. Being an aspiring writer, whatever ideas do come I accept them graciously and hungrily. Whatever be the frustration, the struggle to find the right words, the dilemma of choices, the constant contemplation – the end result, your final piece and the reactions it manages to elicit from your readers – a smile, a frown, curiosity, longing, tears, fear, empathy – it makes it worth it.