Candles

By Aryan Jhunjhunwala

A flickering flame mounted,

Wriggling on a threat undoubted,

Below lies a wax made design,

Its sight in dark is divine.

No storm can question its strength,

It nourishes the hope lost, if an intent,

A naïve pleasure is seen,

In a great treasure I have been.

A spark in the dark,

Although only a change of hue, a mark,

Cool the mind, to every extent,

The spark is flame of spirit maintained.

An unseen beauty,

I seek for eternity,

From a moonlit face,

To a fire in the eyes even in the toughest maze.

The ingenuous motion,

The genuine, spiteful quotation,

Jazzed my heart,

And presented me a new start.

The tears changed to sweat,

The hatred to love and I met,

A paradise of paroxysm,

As I understood the ecstasy of axiom.

A newly framed me,

In the mirror I could see,

Like a bright candle light that lit my life,

Shall enlighten my future and my strive.

By Aryan Jhunjhunwala