WILDFIRE

Let’s put the world on fire.

Let’s try and never tire.

This world needs a mad love,

So let’s draw it with the colours from only our heart

Let the  picture burn so bright so the songs of our love are sung by every choir.

So that we light up the world for years even as we leave it ablaze on the pyre.

So get rid of your ghosts and stoke that wildfire.

It’s been said too many times,

Yet it never hits our minds.

We need to listen to the call of our heart especially in matters of the heart.

Get over your fear of being rejected,                    

move beyond the anxiety of being dejected.

There is a strange bliss in stating, to that special someone, what’s inside your heart, unadulterated.

There is a rare freedom in putting your love out there, for them to see it in its purest form.

Your words unfiltered, leaving you totally unprotected.

Its beautiful to be rid of "what if I tell them" or " it can't work out anyway for..."

For trust me, once you let out what’s inside even a rejection is positively infected.

So get rid of your ghost, for its no Casper and go stoke that wildfire.

Come come, begin again.

Its just a broken heart.

Have a little faith and let them in,

They don't have to be like the last one.

Let go of your previous baggage, it weighs more than a ton.

The world is your oyster and it’s your treasure.

So just because you didn't find the pearl once you don't have to turn around and run.

So get rid of your ghosts and put yourself out there for you are not done.

So put yourself out there and let sparks fly and that will stoke your wildfire.

There is no bigger tragedy than living a life wondering 'what if?'

There is someone out there just waiting for the right moment to jump off that cliff.

Waiting for you to open your heart, to open your arms, so that they jump straight into your embrace.

Too many people have given up on love because they have been hurt too many times.

They replaced it with this notion of practicality.

But since when did love have anything to do with that, it's about vitality.

It's got nothing to do with practicality but more with brutality.

It's a matter of the heart, its a matter of morality and mortality.

Maybe it ends the same way, maybe its the same old reality.

But unless you go all out with your feelings not wondering about the consequence.

Unless you say how feel as you feel it, how can you know in totality.

So get rid of your ghosts and just trust gravity.

So get rid of your ghosts and go stoke that wildfire.

For a lot of people the heart faced one bad storm and is now forever shrouded in winter.

Little do you know that someone out there is just your splinter.

They will cut through the snows of heartbreak and make you glitter.

They will melt away the pain and everything bitter.

Don't face away from the summer sun and deprive yourself of the love you deserve.

Don't let anyone kill your magnificent verve.

Bask in the sunlight and be your own knight.

Let the rain come and wash away all the wrong

Let that person come and write you  a new song .

So get rid of your ghosts like Bilbo Baggins from the shire.

So get rid of your ghosts and go stoke that wildfire.

Home is where the heart is.

But the heart is where there is love.

Home in the valley, home in the city.

Without love home isn’t pretty.

You have one life,

Don’t waste it busy in strife.

Go find that someone who burns for you

The person who always yearns for you.

So get rid of your ghosts and go stoke that wildfire.

Go out there and be naive.

Go out there with your heart on your sleeve.

Open up your heart and have faith,

It does not matter if it’s your first time or your eighth.

There is someone out there who will give you butterflies,

If you don’t open up though they will remain a caterpillar forever waiting to go into their cocoon.

You don’t realize it now but they could be your biggest boon.

If you don’t know the person how can you conclude that it’s not meant to be

Maybe they are just the seed you need for your garden’s tree.

So get rid of your ghosts, not everyone is a liar.

So get rid of your ghosts and stoke that wildfire.

So come give me a chance.

So  come, let our hearts dance.

Together we could be full of light,

Two fireflies heading out into the dark night.

The empty streets of our hearts we can illuminate,

So come, come and let the path be guided by fate.

Oh darling, don’t give up on love just when I have reached you.

I was caught up in the traffic of my misfortunes or I surely would have breached you.

For how can it be fortunate that life kept me away,

From a simple look at you so that I could walk up and just say ‘hey.’

So come and let’s forget about what will happen.

So come and let’s stop the lonely hand clappin.

So get rid of your ghosts and forget about the consequences, both great and dire.

So get rid of your ghosts and stoke that wildfire.