Candle in the Wind

The candle in the wind

Flickering and blazing

Dreaming perilously

Logic and reason melting alongside

Not yet blown out

Not yet smothered

Sometimes a steady glow

Dispelling darkness or enshrouded by it

If you look close you will see the myriad shades

In the flame which changes shape

Sometimes feeble, sometimes bold

Sometimes rekindled by fumbling hands

The wax melts

The wick burns

But the flame is alive

And spreads warmth

Cup your hands to shield the flame

But don’t stifle it in a glass case

To save it from the wind

As you’ll take away its warmth.

The wind that makes it flutter

Is the air that nourished the flame

The breeze that made it dance

And leap up in desire.

I wish I could have a sudden gust of wind
One that can dispel this claustrophobia
The sweltering heat is too much
The wind would pummel the humidity away
Just blow away the gloom and dreariness
The fans are revolving ineffectually
Failing to cut through the stale stillness
They cannot stir the air
Nor create a gentle breeze
Nothing short of a gust of wind will do
Roaring and whistling its way in!

I want to...

I want to walk through a storm

Break every fetter and norm

I want to get drenched in the rain

And wash away the pain

I want the wind blowing on my face

While I run at my own pace

I want to wrap around the cloud

Feel free to sing out aloud

I want to inhale the scent in the breeze

Dancing with the swaying trees

I want to embrace the cold air

In awe just stand and stare

I want to be in an impossible dream

Never hear reality scream.

Music

Music is a crystal stream with tinkling ripples

The sound of water lapping against the shores

Sometimes it reverberates and resonates

Strums the very chords of your being

Is like a turbulent sea

Sometimes it is gentle breeze wafting melodies

Sometimes a raging storm with flashes of lightening

Rumbling thunder or gentle rhythm

It can be a soothing caress, a healing touch

It can be an embodiment of serenity

A placid blue sky

Then again a singing bird

Or a wandering minstrel

Enchanting your thoughts and dreams

It seeps within and plays inside

The lilting tunes sooth your soul

The lyrics invoke myriad moods

Echo your emotions or memories

Music submerges your being

It has cosmic grandeur

Or a quiet solitude

Simple notes or a magnificent symphony

Swaying masses or cocooning privacy

Creates tranquil delight or crazy fervor

Evokes nostalgia, unleashes tears

Makes your spirit dance

Awakens your soul or induces slumber

Makes or breaks silence

It is for serenading, celebrating, dedicating, meditating

Connecting surpassing boundaries

Transcending language and culture
Music is solace.

Drizzling dust on my window pane
Paints an alibi for my absent spirit
Some peer through
At a hazy pencil sketch of me
Listless objects strewn around
Sprayed with neglect
I have to shake off the gloom
Resurrect zest organise life

Introspection

It's easier to lash out

Than to hold back and calm down

To look within for peace

Shadows on the wall

Sway with the whims of light

Then I realise it is the breeze

The makes the lamp swing

Shadows elongate and spread out

They crouch and even disappear at times

They flicker and darken

They ripple and create intricate patterns

Like a filigree or a kaleidoscope

I sit and stare at them

Are they the shadows of my mind ?