The Candle
The candle burns,
bright and beautiful,
lighting up the night,
for others…
But, it burns,
shedding silent tears,
of anguish,
of angst…
It burns,
shedding forlorn tears,
of anger and anxiety,
even love…
One brilliant flicker,
the last drop falls,
and it drowns, then,
in its own tears…
Of Dreams, Undreamt…
If every dream remains just that,
then, what is life?
If every dream is fulfilled,
why dream at all?
If there are no dreams to dream,
then, what is life?
If dreams keep us just awake,
why dream at all?
If all hopes are realized
all urges met,
all aspirations fulfilled,
all desires satiated,
all fears conquered,
what is the challenge in life?
If all peaks are climbed,
all destinations visited,
all seas sailed,
what is there, left for tomorrow?
If there is no tomorrow,
what is left of today???
