Be A Candle !

Quill & Parchment

via Daily Prompt: Candle

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I was sitting in the dark today, my house was drowned in an eerie silence after a long time. The BSES Rajdhani Power Lmt. had to make some repairs in the wiring of my area, and so they had to make a four-hour-long load shedding, and like everyone in Delhi, I too have got an inverter which ironically was to repair this very evening, but the electricity decided to show its importance to me in the morning itself.

I was taken back to my childhood days when no light meant playing Hide & Seek, and it meant going out in the streets and find friends to play with, but now it means cursing the electricity board and waiting for it to be back, desperately. I checked my phone, only 10% battery remaining. My room has no windows and I did not…

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Anchor

A lovely poem from SilentlyHeardOnce

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we hear the screams of pain. . .
shouting around the world. . .
protesting evil, protesting hate. . .


quiet down, look within. . .
find serenity, find peace. . .
feed  its goodness to the universe. . .
heal the wounds of humanity. . .

because they don’t see. . .
they don’t know. . .
they couldn’t hear. . .
or they just choose to ignore. . .

but we. . .
we  must trust. . .
fate, karma and love. . .
to be our anchor. . .
in this turbulent sea. . .
of  uncertainty. . .

on this mysterious voyage. . .
traveling in the dark. . .
under the twinkle, twinkle. . .
little star wondering,  wishing. . .
for love’s mighty power to conquer. . .
tolerance and peace. . .

Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 11/11/16

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Conclusion

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I once feared life’s destination . . .
young and wisely unwise. . .
fearless and foolish were my days. . .
recklessly exploring the depth of my being. . .

revealing the mystery of me. . .
until I learned who I wasn’t . . .
believing in hope. . .
until . . .
hope became hopeless. . .
and death grows in my lung. . .

I fear not. . .
my days are empty. . .
my nights crowed with dreams. . .
there is nothing left to do. . .
but welcome my destination . . .

I thought I was special, unique. . .
I am who I am. . .
no greater no lesser. . .
just equal to you. . .
and to all that breath. . .

I am a part that fits . …

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