Fire surrounds us in one form or the other ; it always has and it always will. Wondering where that confidence comes from? Confidence itself is a fire burning within us! The only thing that matters is with what do we fan its flames with, the power to light or burn rests within our hands..
Burning reminds me, we seldom come across people who aren't afraid of the flames or are these people more afraid of the burns that are the aftermaths but don't show? As I try to explore the fire surrounding us, let me try to delve deeper on what I was trying to point across-
There's a fire inside the ones close to you,from which they want you to draw the light and warmth but not get burnt by its flames- the wise men call it as "Experience". The flames might have lost their power to erupt far and wide,but have enough strength to burn the coal which gives the amber glow and a comfortable warmth. Sometimes, you may find a trail of black smoke too especially if the experience is new because "white"doesn't leave a trail "black"does!
It is indeed amusing that our own flames surrounding us, don't let us observe the deep dark glow of these coals. This very fire is feeded by many different elements- sheer curiosity, a maddening craze, repulsion to dark truths and so forth- the reasons , the callings , situations there's no dearth of them. Maybe, one needs their own coals to be burnt, the new trail of black to be opened against the clear skies. However, some are clever- they have taken the same old coals to fan new flames in their lives. But, this isn't anywhere demean or neglect those who are blazing their own trails ; look up at the skies, the black smoke is the proof of it!
Me ??
There are flames around me , higher than me sometimes
these flames have burnt me and some of my effigies
yet there are no scars to show , no ashes to fly off...
The realization is slowly dawning upon me- its not a single ring, its a vicious circle of circles and am nothing but consumed by them. What all have they curtailed till yet, where the embers have struck out the dark away am still yet to ascertain their importance. I leave the onus on you to choose- is it too early or too late to realize?
However, I am on the bordering line of overconfidence about a fact that , if altogether these fires are doused by a miracle even for a short while the shining rays of the gold of the soul deep inside will be enough to reflect like the Sun- the ever reflective, the ever burning! By the time the thunder of realization would strike, the fires lit up and surround again!
Burning reminds me, we seldom come across people who aren't afraid of the flames or are these people more afraid of the burns that are the aftermaths but don't show? As I try to explore the fire surrounding us, let me try to delve deeper on what I was trying to point across-
There's a fire inside the ones close to you,from which they want you to draw the light and warmth but not get burnt by its flames- the wise men call it as "Experience". The flames might have lost their power to erupt far and wide,but have enough strength to burn the coal which gives the amber glow and a comfortable warmth. Sometimes, you may find a trail of black smoke too especially if the experience is new because "white"doesn't leave a trail "black"does!
It is indeed amusing that our own flames surrounding us, don't let us observe the deep dark glow of these coals. This very fire is feeded by many different elements- sheer curiosity, a maddening craze, repulsion to dark truths and so forth- the reasons , the callings , situations there's no dearth of them. Maybe, one needs their own coals to be burnt, the new trail of black to be opened against the clear skies. However, some are clever- they have taken the same old coals to fan new flames in their lives. But, this isn't anywhere demean or neglect those who are blazing their own trails ; look up at the skies, the black smoke is the proof of it!
Me ??
There are flames around me , higher than me sometimes
these flames have burnt me and some of my effigies
yet there are no scars to show , no ashes to fly off...
The realization is slowly dawning upon me- its not a single ring, its a vicious circle of circles and am nothing but consumed by them. What all have they curtailed till yet, where the embers have struck out the dark away am still yet to ascertain their importance. I leave the onus on you to choose- is it too early or too late to realize?
However, I am on the bordering line of overconfidence about a fact that , if altogether these fires are doused by a miracle even for a short while the shining rays of the gold of the soul deep inside will be enough to reflect like the Sun- the ever reflective, the ever burning! By the time the thunder of realization would strike, the fires lit up and surround again!
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