Fire and Ice (Poem)
While waiting for my flight home, I wrote a poem inspired by the hike in Iceland.
Fire and Ice
I wonder—
Which came first,
fire
or ice?
As I walk
across the glacier,
leaving footprints
on ancient ice,
an eerie silence
surrounds me,
broken only by the hiss of sulfur vents.
Arctic winds carry ash and whispers
from the sleeping volcano
beneath my feet.
“Do not be fooled,”
it says.
“Before the ice,
there was fire.”
Then I think of us.
Like this glacier,
we carry old scars
on the surface,
while deep within,
our hearts still burn.
How often
we hide our fire
beneath a shell of ice—
our hopes,
our fears,
our love,
our grief.
Perhaps
we are shaped
not by fire alone,
nor by ice—
but by the journey
between them.
As I walk away,
my footprints
will vanish.
But beneath
every frozen moment,
I know
fire still waits.
Prasanta
July, 2026

Great poem Prasanta. When all the energy is spent in the universe or in our lives what emerges out of that big freeze? A new seed is already germinating, that will carry the fire.
ReplyDeleteloved the way you have expressed the deeper meaning of life.
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