Streams of heat melting into moulds of varying colours. Seeking shapes of wantonness. Buried in deep sublimity of the fervor … the cycle of birth –death-rebirth was all-explicit in this intricate story of the candle and its flickering light. The cycle of life – the story of passion told by the fireflies!
The Candle of Heat as molten frozen into moulds… shaped through wanted shapes… befitting and beautifying the corners of elite ness! Signifying romance, passion, demureness, and the softening flame caressing through the dark, smoothening the wrinkles of maturity, the melting polish flowing through and around the frozen moulds melting it further….
The fireflies had danced through the night… witnessing the story of tempering and intensifying… It was all the known mystery of reeling in realms of ecstasy! ... about melting, the flowing and merging of one form into the other…. The emerging of the same in another form!
The cycle of birth-death-rebirth, of the melting, flowing and emerging. A series of melting highs and freezing lows! An embrace of hardened ire by drenched passion. A sequence of blissful life … time eludes one and all… the flame of life flickers and in its moment of death brightens the most, spurts of delight and vanishes into thick rings of smoke… circling …lingering for longer moments waiting for the darkness to recede … flames dimming for light to emerge!
The candle had led its life for the night! Experienced the passion of the night, embraced the desire of yielding in. It had danced the yin and yang of life!
