Shadows and Reflections (Mon Cherie)

 The candle sniveled and said, "Is burning me your muse? Do you love to see me melt in these flames, you once called 'bequest of love'? 

My tears of seeing us apart are just a collection of materialistic wax for you, to remold this charm in the way you want; something you call art. You happen to have known me in every creation, in every form and yet you mold me every time as if my faces could never suit your moon of the night. Do you intend to make an attempt just to teach me to live apart? 'cause maybe at some point you would want me away from your life, never a valued part of it, ever again. Evident enough? 

Every time you mold me into life, I adore your strokes of perfection and affection of birth. I keep wondering that someday you might just let me be, in this shoe, but then again I find myself in wax. Hope someday you'll realize when my wick could not sustain this living-dead wax any longer, I shall still continue to give you memories you could use"

The maker shuddered as he listened to her and whispered, "Mon Cherie, everything has it's purpose in life; you, being a candle are supposed to melt darkness with your light. Your every drop of tear wipes out someone else's, an earthy connection difficult to find in this self-obsessed world.  I happen to love you at my best, and it has never been easy for me to see you evanesce for those who forget your enchanting presence. I remold you to give life, for you to see and get what you deserve. Being in different form doesn't mean your value is any less than before, it is just that this bond and charm is meant to be shapeless and unmaterialistic. My life spun around creating and learning lessons from your beautiful memories. You are precious the way you are no matter what you go through; your light, your value will always bring brightness for those in darkness". 

Shadows and Reflections

The maker's loss of breath and that pull in chest, lasted longer than the dying candle's wick. No wonder I saw his creation disappear in the brightest light of flames. So bright yet appeasing, enveloping the mellow light alive, reflecting the life out of say, the death itself. Every minute, every elapse brought in the enchanting memories of time; the time that flame passed by. These shadows of wreck and reflections of it's beauty, recommenced his candle to life, from the ashes of burnt past alive. 

Remember that promise the maker made, 'you shall glow till your shadows fade". Seldom do we see a blessing by the maker to it's candle, else  from the praxis of quaints we happen to audience, the birth of death in melted bespangle. 

Beholding the death of his creation in front of his eyes, I presumed hitherto the maker died a million times (the end of his vocation, his piece of he(art)) Stunned to see the maker's heretofore grief, strong as a lion, he carefully picked up the dead candle, only to watch him reincarnate it with new mold, new life. Looking at the awe of my faith and presumable facade in his grief, he sparkled and whispered 'fresh perception is all that the candle needed, for a life it could'nt see but was meant to be conceded'.

-Your ever so often

We

Sharing some moments of realisation embodied as snippets-

Even the simplest of souls hide behind darkness. Wonder you just see a smile but what's beneath it, is always undermined. Hope you see what even the soul cant omit.

A thing simple for one might be a fight for another. A sin for one might be someone's source of pleasure. We seek to find peace in ways we cant describe. Thence end up choosing the most easiest way which summons us in disguise. Hope you see it more than just your eyes. 

Finding sorrow or happiness is in one's admire, guiding us right is what's incessant since past lives. Long lived the humankind yet stay undiscovered of the true peace; have our experience been an experiment or was it just a shrine.  

We don't hope to feel sorrow or demise, but the built up of a happy life is what kills us half alive. You're beautiful and powerful, know and own it even if no one sings it to you. There's no soul like you nor any role like you; live as there's no one to play it, like you would. 

A book's muse isn't the happy ending, it's the tragedy that yeasts the afflatus. (happy ending is just the end of  that spasm).  

Beneath every gesture is a hidden message. Hope you uncover the deepest rampage. The fight isn't theirs, it's always been ours. Remember it wont stay a wound for long, 'cause it's time for it to be an impelling scar. 

-Your  ever so often

Trust

"Trust someone like me?", they reprimanded.

Gazing at the stars, he evaded their sight from the bespangled darkest voids above and said, "Here's a little guide to my belief of trust, fathom what strikes you. Impudently entrusting our deepest trifles to the pompous ones, feebly guides us, not only to become impotent and defenseless but also deprived of self-esteem. Remember the law of nature, my child, behind every gesture, reciprocity is hidden. The unprejudiced amount of confidence you savor, to unburden yourself into someone; won't avail as they too are nonetheless but trammeled souls like you.

Know backwards and forwards, commitment itself is arduous and obstinate, thence humans commit to making mistakes! Doing something which may harm you or others unknowingly is for once a mistake, but, if repeated twice or thrice after being enshrined upon, then it's the life-long suppressed Apollyon built upon hurt and darkness. You know, inheritance of fiend is a process of gradual events of suppression and failure, and the most feasible way to overcome this iniquity is, to hold a beacon of trust. At the sink of the sun and rise of darkness, it's the moon that bestows the vows of the Sun upon us. Likewise, trust is all it takes to devour this commitment of self-harm and self-deprivation. It is undoubtedly difficult to put this ink in action, but my precious, no trek is worth it without sacrifices and bruises."

Kindled with his words, a bedazzling fire of hope struck deep within their soul via eyes. 

Maze

 "It's a battle to prove our existence ,to prove why we stand out of the crowd."

Is it really what our aim is all about? Or is it just a way to satisfy our esteem?

 It maybe so to mark the uniqueness or  maybe to say Checkmate?

We are stuck in the barrel of  superiority , older the wine more taste it develops. 

Remember that it's all a maze, stop whatever you're doing right now and look up to the clear skies, breathe the freshness, hear the chirps and feel the mist in your face. Take a pause and see what you find different about this moment than from the other? 

Is it what you just called 'Peace'?

Why did you think it of peace or serenity when last day you were crying for a decor to make you happy? 

Is that piece of wood more satisfying than this peace of good? 

(To be continued...)

Earthy Choices

In a wonted day, the unseen power asked me to choose one single celestial out of  SUN, MOON and STARS  to delineate which amongst the three, connoted my existence.
It was a quandary , something i unpremeditated.
The surmise to this perplexity lied within my schmaltz towards these esteemed entities of life.
Sun, The guiding soul , provided me the guiding light to persuade my excellence and  taught me to glow luminously in this bright world  of light.
The Moon, Godmother of care, provided me a realm between the conscious and unconscious. To where the sun supported and guided like a Godfather , from building confidence and moral support ; Moon , like a fairy Godmother , held me close mellifluously to care as if her own little child.
The Guiding light and The Godmother of care bide their parts well enough to keep me alive in this life form, but to my greater hassle, i have to part the third celestial as well.
The Stars, Guiding light, gave the direction to my path and my fate. They showed me where i could head to and where the deeds in the journey could, they cleared  the obscure paths of my upgrade.
Without these celestial, i'm apocryphal to my existence.
To this end, my earthy choice to choose amongst the greatest of greatest,  would be the eternity itself , as I, Earth, belong to the eternity and the elements of life from the start till end , and these celestial are the guides blessed to me by the eternity itself. 

Grow

The days have been operose and the situations obstreperous.
In the apologue of world, we have our own vacillations blighting up from inside.
We have been in so many battles , to win or loose from ourselves, but rarely have we learnt.
'Learn' is a powerful word to overthrow the fact of  'growth'.
It isn't about how much we learn, it is about how much we grow in it.
Learning is obsolete without Growth.
We have surely grown up by ages but have we grown up through our folly?
It is the moment we feel accomplished when we understand that whatever seemed ideal in our childhood no more fantasize us . Why is it so? Is that we have changed our form of one human being to another? or Is it the people around us who made us change by their way of vision?
All these are secondary!
What we have accomplished is our maturity. The maturity which came through our intellectual and emotional growth, here we say, we have 'Grown UP'.
It is never ' We have grown through life, It always is ' We LEARNED through our life' or ' We have GROWN up'...
See the difference between growth and learning.
What should we attain then? What is the ideal way to gauge our Maturity?
We should always GROW first, because without growth you cant learn.
But, how can we grow without learning? Even our academics mark standardize our growth through how much we have learned.
Well, unless  you've grown through the subject, grown through the depth of it, you haven't learnt it.

We have our own gauges to measure our maturity, so mark yourself and grow by GROWTH and not by ages.
Being mature isn't how old you are, it is how known you are! 
Grow and dwell.