Skip to main content

I Wanted to be a Candle

I wanted to be a candle
Bright with a flame
Lighting up the face
Of the movement.

I wanted to be a candle
Ablaze inbetween fingers
Of a fiery envoy
Of justice.

I wanted to be a candle
Alight all its life
The harbinger of light
In dark times.

I wanted to be a candle
I had felt the fire inside
But when I looked into a mirror
I saw a Matchbox instead.

My small colourful self
Carries not one but several flames
Matchsticks for each occasion
For every injustice in the way.

My fire is contagious
It is the spark before the flame
I am meant to light the candles
I was born to inspire the change.
Labels:

Comments

  1. Animesh Sharma2 July 2019 at 06:10

    😮

    ReplyDelete
  2. Drishti Baid2 July 2019 at 06:57

    This is so beautiful, can't think of anything that describes you better!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Archit garg2 July 2019 at 07:00

    Such a powerful poem meru 👏

    ReplyDelete
  4. Unknown2 July 2019 at 07:14

    Beautiful ❤️

    ReplyDelete
  5. Arushi2 July 2019 at 10:08

    So cool. I guess you lit me up too.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Amit Nair2 July 2019 at 21:01

    I didn't know if it still existed
    That I was still in the game
    But now I'll pen things down
    Thanks to your flame :)

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

What is leaving really like

Once you decide to leave a city You imagine all the final goodbyes And what they’ll feel like Much much before your last day arrives. You make a mental list or a tangible one Of all the places to revisit And the people to meet So many memories to celebrate And moments to regreet. You smile in the distance imagining What those people may say And what you may say in return Almost looking forward to The teary smiles and warm hugs And you wonder whether Those who have wronged you Will come clean and apologise You wipe away a tear when you realise How everyone will wish There was still some more time. But there isn’t. And you struggle to find space For every promised catchup And the new ones who casually said “We must meet before you leave” Some evenings you want to pause Skip dinner and get early to bed But the days are already too brief And you can’t afford any regrets. As the final week draws close You notice the other lasts The last time you cross  The city’s bustling market Or find a s
Post a Comment
Read more

Death

I always kissed him  On the forehead Before going away To school, to college, to Mumbai. Always kissed him goodbye Except now When I was home And he lay in the vault downstairs With a cannula in his leg And a drip hanging above Death Is ugly. He wouldn’t let  Any outsider touch him But today someone Shaved his leg To find a vein For the needle Someone who was assured That he wouldn’t bite He can hardly move I wished for a moment That he would fight Like he used to With dignity But death Strips it all apart. When I watched him  Gasping for breath It wasn’t with the hope That he doesn’t give up But with the desire To see his breathing get normal Again. Normal Is what we call a situation That is regular yet so perfect That it can easily Be taken for granted Until it ceases  To exist. We knew death was looming Although nobody spoke of it I knew we all wanted What was best for him With the hope
Post a Comment
Read more