Wax

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Renee Heath

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Renee Heath

 

“Tell me honey why does the wax melt to give us light?”

“Ohh Well , i don’t know exactly but..”

“We never know anything exactly sweetheart , the world’s a changing stage ,  a changing change in motion”

“Well that’s some mature thinking but the wax..i think it teaches us the significance of pain.”

“You are on the right track dear , go on..”

“So it teaches us to let go of our pain and spread happiness to others?”

“In a way it does , but what is it similar to?”

“I am not sure.”

“The wax melts , like my heart..”

“I love you baby”

“I love you too.”

 

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This is my 100th post since i have started blogging and is dedicated to someone special.

Thank you , for encouraging me to start blogging.

Thank you , for being there always.

Thank you , for just everything.

 

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Strings

Copyright – Björn Rudberg

Copyright – Björn Rudberg

 

“Dad this is for you”

 

My heart beats like a string

Playing tunes with a wing

 

Love plays around

When silence makes sound

 

You taught me hard

Often singing a bard

 

Life was never beautiful

Drifting around playful

 

Thank you Dad , for everything

I can never be more grateful”

 

Tears rolled down the face of a proud dad hearing his son’s first song.

 

 

A Life

Where hath thou vanished?

Drifting among the waves of callousness

Hiding behind the darkness of fear

Will you help us find your twin brother?

 

Oh Guilt! Eating mankind everyday

Plotting on the pyre of consciousness

Burning it bare , naked

Till the very last flame vanishes.

 

And then flooding the heart,

With cascades of memories

Bringing tears , every drop

More intense than the last.

 

Dark storm rising , rippling guilt

Tearing away shards of mistakes into one

Saving the consciousness

In a dire act of faith.

 

Oh! Mistake , why does thee torment?

Hiding crookedly in thoughts

Luring for a certain time

And then strike with your brother Guilt

 

You both have done enough damage

Wiping entire Kingdoms,

Threatening an entire civilization

Destroying love even in the time of cholera.

 

Light amidst the dark of darkness

Hope! Thee land among , light as a feather

Giving a strange feeling , 

A fleeting grace.

 

Lightning! Flood! Rampage!

All things being born new

The world looks different with love.

The Nature , Our mother , teaching us to love.

 

And then we learn to love

Mistakes doesn’t matter ,

Only the need to be felt alive , to love

Sweeping our very instincts.

 

Choose now! Mistake,guilt or love,hope?

The choice , the deepest desires not denied

Love? Love in mistakes done or mistakes in choosing love?

Hope? Hope in guilt being gone or guilt in hope staying?

 

Our life , orchestrated by Nature

A path , a faith renewed.

The ability to love , The rightness

Eclipsed every mistake made along the way.

 

 

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The Gift

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He loved her. That much was clear to him now.

He took a deep breath , waited for inspiration to flood him and took another to let out his doubt. He could do it , he had to.

All he had in front of him was a sea shell and some pebbles. The sea shell represented his memories and the pebbles , his pebbles of love.

 

It came , the need to gift his love , something special , something creative.

He was awake the whole night working on it , trying to paint on the shell , trying to tell the world that he had to do it , to convince himself he was special.

The paint spilt on his shirt , that didn’t bother him.The glue started a mild rash on his hands , that didn’t stop him.

 

It was ready in the morning , the delicate structure of love.

His gift.

To her.

His heart.

To her.

 

As he stood in front of the mirror he couldn’t but help notice it , the He was now Me.

 

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Here i come!

 

Copyright – Doug MacIlroy

Copyright – Doug MacIlroy

“Gautham , stop that! It’s scaring her!”

“Here i come , the scary Mask Master to kidnap you ”

“Daddy Daddy i am scared ”

“Here i come , here i come”

 

She got up suddenly , my daughter. There was no terror in her eyes , only curiosity.

 

“Daddy isn’t it April 17th?”

“Yes honey! ”

“Why haven’t you gone to work?”

“Because today it’s a holiday , we have to vote!”

 

She smiled. Her big smile coming from her small face always left a pride in me.

“Go lazy Daddy , go vote for a better ( she pronounced it bitter 😛 ) India!” she nudged me and ran past.

I miss Innocence.

 

 

 

Flying into

 

copyright – DLovering

copyright – DLovering

He gazes at the different hues of ribbon covering the sky , it is a pattern he is not familiar with. The unfamiliar always dangerous.

He breathes several times and makes up his mind, he will once again soar the skies.

That is when the light hits his eyes. A brief second of absolute joy. He observes the sky and finds the path , the pattern now looks familiar.

The small hole that would let his soul soar , he rises up flying into the sky , flying into  freedom.