Candle

Candle

• a long, usually slender piece of tallow or wax with an embedded wick that is burned to give light.
• something resembling a candle in appearance or use.
• to examine (eggs) for freshness, fertility, etc., by holding them up to a bright light.

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Mickey the Monkey (120)

Last Christmas, we decided to visit Jane's mother.

Whole day, we jumped across trees reaching my mother-in-law's home by evening.

The butler ushered us into that huge mansion.

Jane and kids went up to meet her mother.

I waited in the lavishly decorated hall.

There were expensive paintings, and sculptures all around.

Then I saw, on a side table, a basket full of fruits.

Apples, oranges, grapes and bananas, all so fresh.

I couldn't resist, hungry that I was, picked up one ripe yellow banana.

The moment I was to bite the fleshy fruit, my mother-in-law exclaimed,

"What are you doing monkey, that's not banana, that's a candle".

"Decorative candles, I know" I smiled foolishly "I was just smelling them".

Nandini Sen (111)

Holding her candle high, little Payal walked silently with a hundred others. She didn’t know anything about silent candlelight processions against injustice. She only knew that her Jessica aunt was murdered and justice had not been done. The lit candle was her weapon. She hoped its blazing flame would spread light in the dark corners of the authority’s minds.

Payal remembered her mother had said that a candle depicts true love. The matchstick burns itself to light the candle, and the candle melts away in its memory, while holding up a blazing light. Payal hoped that her melting candle and its blazing light showed her love & concern for Jessica aunty.

Dok Saab (119)

I was fixing small white candles all over the walls, railings and windows since afternoon. My five-year-old brother Chhotu was very excited and running to bring the packets of new candles.
"Manda, when will you light them"
"After Mummy does the pooja, Chhotu, when it's dark."
"But Manda, how many matchboxes will you need to light all those thousand candles we have fixed"
"Chhotu, you need just one small spark to ignite the whole world"
He couldn't understand this.
After the pooja, I went to the terrace with Chhotu. I lighted a big candle with a single match, and lit all the small candles one by one.
Chhotu was looking in disbelief at our home, the brightest in town.

Truth Dude (9)

light my fire
the candle's desires
melting to glory

GSV(112)

Is it her luminance which eliminates the darkness of whole world fascinates me ?

Is it her color or shape which attracts the buyers with I am bewitched ?

Is it her tears which she sheds and no one hears allures me ?

Is it her incense which fills ambience spreads the fragrance of love within me ?

Is it her sizzling lips which sparkle vivid colors for I have been made to kiss and die ?

I don't remember how many times I have been born to meet same fate.

I have no regret for my short life, just wished to know...

why I die everytime for a piece of Candle...?

Kavish Sinha (120)

CANDLE

I am on fire, I am burning bright

I am haloed by the sweet decay of light

I am breathing memory, I am laying stone

I am poor's light, and I am on my own

I am blinking in the twilight even when I needn't be

I am yellow, I am blue and together we shall be

I am spent five times in sorrow, in joy even more

I am bruised and lie broken on Mother Mary's shore

I am the light between two lovers aloof

I am lasting fading glow, I am the final proof

I am wasted with the ticking clock with many unsaid words...

I am the candle flickering in your night, just waiting to be heard.

Sarang Mahajan(116)

A candle burns in the broken hut on hill;

flickers as the wind blows

Eerie silhouettes dance at the window,

As a plant in a round pot bows

‘The devil wakes again! See, his fingers,’

They whisper in the town down the hill

The shadow of the plant, squirms and wriggles,

filling their hearts with chill.

While the candle burns and the people shiver,

A boy secretly descends from the hut

With a crafty smile, he pockets a matchbox

While people in their houses are shut

‘Candle fights darkness, tells the whole world,’

He says breaking into a stable

‘It also helps devil release the cattle from the butcher,’

He says as goats escape with babble

Dr. Sweta Singh aka Coffeeismypoison(142)

should i light,this candle tonight?
Candle light,
burning bright...
should I light,
its wick tonight...
will you come,
share with me...
some food,some wine,
some love some time?

Stick of wax,
though it maybe...
like us,its has,
a destiny...

Candle light,
shines just right.
Must i decide,
its fate tonight?
should it commence,
its long descent...?
what shall it see?
A glorious date...
or just another woman,
and her fruitless wait?

Candle light,
prays it might,
witness scenes of sweet passion...
the making of perfection...
in the space of this night.
Not words of accusation
anger so destructible...
blotting all hope
of peace and salvation!

Candle light
burning bright
cast your might,
upon us tonight.
and as you melt,
so fearlessly...
I'll tell them all,to learn from thee.
A tale of how sometimes...
one must die to see,
fulfillment of
one's destiny.

Genuine Fake(120)

I stepped out on the platform to see him waiting for me. Those weary eyes, shone with the light of a thousand candles. He kept walking, toward the countryscape, silent and in his own, with me in tow. Sixteen years earlier, I had left him, in pursuit of my dreams. He bid me adieu with his endearing smile, which haunted my conscience every night since then. The desire to hug him and tell him was overwhelming today. Fulfillment of the desire, however, was overlooked by the falsehood of self-esteem. Quiet discussions on work and life otherwise, followed that night over dinner. Sleep followed.

He however slept on forever.

“The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself”.

I miss you. Pa.

Hummingnerd (120)

The candle flares, then gutters, swallows flame...

and I'm lost in inevitable metaphors, writing for fame;

I am attempting to use my words

to illustrate the flame and its significance,

the shadows under the candle light…

If that to you makes any sense.

We walk among ghosts,

swamped in lies of secret seas,

encircled by fears and hypocrisies;

For days, months, how many years…

this darkness' clung to us…soul deep.

Still they say -

It's better to light one small candle

than to curse the darkness for the broken fleet.

The wick is too short now,

Our candle is flickering somehow;

Before, the humbled husk separates from the seed,

I think its time…

A new candle is all we need.

Anonymous(29)

C lock ticks
A month or more, before horizons grey
N o safe havens found
D arkness flickering..
L ight holds sway
E xistence fragile echoes with life's play.

Konfessioner Singh (114)

Butter-lamp bardo
when does it end?

I have slipped into black, green, blue rivers
With waves of red.
Cradled islands; balanced…
balanced, on that twang
of a faraway invisible veena…

And the subtle shiver of a swan song
has crawled,
crawled with me
while
I have whistled along paths up mountains
only to be defeated
by winds of a different kind.

Unfriendly is this growth--
panch koshas expand
only to expend.

My wings aren’t wax
no, not wax.
The wicker of my body
does not yet burn.

But
She Is.
So I ask-
Dhaaran-e-dhaara kad?

Butter lamp bardo
When does it start?
Is my candle yet unlit?

Or is my childhood spent
...and me?