The melting candle

The wick of the candle has been burning. It’s been 3 months since it was lit. To the eye that looks at the wax that has melted the weight of the wait, it feels nothing less than pain morphing itself into solid water.

The other day the heavens roared in anger. They shouted at the clouds “Can’t you see her? Carrying on, with hiccups in her throat, and words in her mouth, unable to say what she truly feels?.....Go, travel the oceans and cease the distance!” She looked up at the lightening, scared, melting away, as the days passed.  

The breeze would carry his conversations, mixed with grains of sand, fragrances of the other land and the saltiness of the waters. The other day, when she found herself staring at her reflection, she melted like there was no tomorrow. The moon winced in pain. The wax told her to hold on, for what if there was no more left to melt? She gathered herself, flickered for few moments. And began to burn herself again…..and again….and again….for there was someone burning too.

The Candles of Bliss

The Candles of Bliss

 When I see floating candles in an Urli or a pond with petals of roses, a glamorous, yet peaceful magnificence surrounds me.

The charm, the simplicity, and the illuminating light says and speaks for itself as it overpowers and at the same time becomes ‘one’ with the darkness that resides in the dark black night, of the sky or in your life.

Isn't it surprising that over the years we have come to appreciate the output more than what made it?

The same goes for Candles as well. The paraffin wax, or the Gel wax look plain enough, and in fact it takes an effort to stay besides the flame with all that smoke around you, only to ‘gift a shape’ to the banal looking wax. And that’s when a dash of colour and a mould do their magic, with some tricks that make one of the most beautiful things in the world~ Candles.

I know how to make candles and I learnt it. When I was in school, a friend of mine gifted me a gel wax candle on my birthday. It was red colored in a glass with sparkle on it.

And well, when I learnt the art, I gifted to my friends as well on their birthdays.   

these are the candles I made during my classes

A bouquet of flowers I made from wax. Requires a lot of effort!:P

The splendidness of candles is ethereal. Right from the time it takes the shape, to when they are decorated and gifted and when they are lighted, all they spread is that ‘light of bliss and beauty’ all around. 

I love looking at candles. But when I see them in all their splendour, I just don’t feel like lighting them, for I feel as if the ‘life’ in the candle will die. Thus, there have been times when I felt like buying them, but ended up just ‘taking in’ their charm for the fear that lighting them would only end up making me feel sad.

Isn’t it ironical that the very wax that gives us a breather of life and vitality ends up losing itself in the process? It’s an expression of selflessness to me. How one ignites and burns oneself so much, only to let the ‘light of love and peace’ spread afar to enlighten those who are in the dark!

My handmade floating candle with Marigold Flowers:)

                             

And I’ll end with these lines:

“Spread your charm and splendour in being your true self, that’s perhaps the best ‘gift’ you give as well as receive.”~ Aakriti