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Candle-lit

When we sit with each other
In assurance , the candle lights up
Uncertainty ,but in vain.

I see you , a bit.
you talk to me , a lot.
And we cherish ,both.

The flame dances beyond our
Shadows ,ever so curious
To reach there ,but .

We keep things vague ,as if
bearing the impotence of that candle to
Reach afar.

Aren't we the same
Even after so many candle-lits?

Emotions are more
Like this wax .
It melts within and burns,
Then freezes, --
Disoriented ,
Misplaced,
But still there ,
Until another match
flickers.

We await ,
Not knowing
whether to fall prey
Or to let it die .


SoUmY@

Comments

Rukhiya said…
We await ,
Not knowing
whether to fall prey
Or to let it die .

How beautifully you paint with that flame a picture of trust,mistrust,love,doubt,ease, unease, certainity, uncertainity and all those nuances that are beautiful in their own paradoxical clarity.Fills the heart with that flame.Charmed. :)
Sashu... said…
We keep things vague ,as if
bearing the impotence of that candle to
Reach afar.

Aren't we the same
Even after so many candle-lits?

loved doz lines!!! de feeling of obscurity, de hidden feel dat fails to be brought out, often- in love, life... beautifully put across!
Kalm-na said…
you have penned down my heart here..
how did u do dat..
n thanx for puttin it out so bfully..
i could nvr hav expresd dis..
loved evry singl sentence..
God Bless
man in painting said…
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man in painting said…
"Emotions are more
Like this wax"
What great expression.
Never fall prey
Nor let it die...
because..
it is not about wax,thread or even the candle..
it is also not about those who are sitting with each other..
It is always about the light..
Thank you..
i am adding you..

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