Combustible glory…

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Analogy, Aspects of lack of success, Candle, Candle light, Comparison, Desire, Dream, Every aspect of a candle, Faint inspiration, Flame, Fuel, Glory, Hopelessness, Life, Musings, One Shot Wednesday, One Stop Poetry

Image credits: qazinahin@DeviantArt

Your dancing flicker
is like some shrill laugh
Echoing
in the pitted caverns within my mind

Your faint glow
is like a moaning ghost
Mocking
me at my accomplishments now dead

Your intoxicating aroma
is a buttermilk dream
Cascading
down unexplored gorges of my heart

Your seared wick
is that unreachable goal
Taunting
me to feel it while it’s red-hot

Your waxen smoothness
is my warm desire
Evaporating
slowly into a grey nothingness

Your annealed remnants
are my silenced dreams
Struggling
desperately for another vain life

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So far… yes, so far

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Analogy, Celestial bodies, Comparison, Difference, Impossibility, Night and day, Night sky, Separation, Stars

How they appear so miniscule and tiny
While we are the ones that are really small

How they happily coexist in their world
While we strive in ours to keep our hands off each others’ throats

How they gently look at us, smile and tease us
While we look back at them with contempt, and wish… wish… and perish while still wishing

How they pride over and boast of their immaculate freedom
While we unendingly shrivel shamefaced, from our close-mindedness

How they brighten up the blackest of nights with their faint sparkle
While we spoil the sunniest of days with our dark tempers

How they are stationary, and yet appear to move
While we are constantly in motion, yet we feel the chains of stagnation tearing us apart

How they stay afloat in their vast universe with buoyancy and life
While we drown in our own oceans of desire

How they are content and self-sufficient
While we forever aspire to reach up to them and get them in our hands

Yet we are still here, and they are still there
Can this separation ever be erased?

The “real” identity

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Comparison, Future, ID, Identity, Past, Poetry, Present, Proper use

Who are you?

You are a tune
To which we dance
A fall we’ll take
with every wrong stance

Who are you?

You are a wave
When I’m your shore
Your ebbs and tides
After long, are a bore…

Who are you?

You are a phone
With no network
With no calls to offer
No text, no perk!

Who are you?

You are what was
In the chasm of time
Lusting for you
Is only a crime

Who are you?

You are a mirror
With a special gift
On using you right
Tomorrow could be a lift