My Candle

You have shared your perspective about The Candle. It is B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L. as always.

I’m not naturally gifted like you with the talent of writing. And I’m not a poet either. But still wanted to capture my thoughts about My Candle, in my way…..

Remember, this is not about The Candle, it's about My Candle….


My Candle burns, all through her life. My Candle burns herself, to illuminate everyone around. Sometimes she flickers, her flame wanes, then rises up, springing form what you thought was no more. She keeps on fighting, enduring the tenderness of burning within.

My Candle burns, without a sound. None cares for my Candle. They keep on complaining. Why the light is so pale and yellow? Why the furthest corner of the room is still dark? My Candle still burns, silently.

An Insect, insignificant and irrelevant, while flying across my Candle, got mesmerized by the Golden aura of her. The glowing brightness that was driving the darkness away, made the Insect crazy. The trivial Insect was fascinated by the delicacy and persona of Golden flame of my Candle. The petite creature was captivated by the elegance of the vivid radiance of the Free Spirit. He asks, “Am I only dreaming or is this burning an eternal flame?”

My Candle warned the fanatical Insect, “Go away, you fool. Don’t you understand that loving me is dying!!”

The Insect replied, “I’m not afraid of dying, but I’m afraid of loosing you!!” and surrendered himself to the Golden flame forever.