EVEN ICE...Has a flame within...

Each time I see the waves, I wonder why they have shores to hit

                    


                              Rushing  through such long distances, only to be sent back


       
                          It's said, sky is the limit....

                        So why can't the waves fly,   or make the clouds wet.........   

                         


  They say, there's nothing called impossible.... So why can't the sea break its limits with all those angry strong waves  within..
    It can drown a complete nation, then why be in limits...set by the creatures.

   Is it the same way as we win over the world, just to find ourselves on our knees before someone?
                                                                                                     

  The world around us which treats us like a celebrity in our own world of desires, making us feel so special in everything destiny gifts us, nurture those innocent demands, the heart possesses. The strength we keep collecting  over a lifetime, amidst the setbacks in life, the failures that creep in each time we act ambitious, we hate them the way a female does, being forced to give up.


  Surprisingly, neither the waves, nor the female can keep away of staying helplessly mum.  It's even stranger to see the creators of life, unable to save theirs. 
           



   Yes...sometimes I create, I nurture and protect my dreams of the stampedes
every night and wake up living them each morning. As the day passes, the scorching heat of the sun above, tires them,  only to leave unreal promises of those we love , a violent fire that burns all hopes into ashes of disappointments. 


  It's over, it wasn't ever meant for me, it's too far. The way I perceive everything I miss, each time I fail and each moment I'm helpless.  There are times when it's all blamed on that thing called 'Destiny'. The word that I only pronounce when failure eyes me, be it in any form. Probably, that's the only rescue from the dirt of  criticism,  the pain of being ignored.


                  

The sun sets, evenings get dark and the nights, darker.  Again , the heart craves to dream, dares to hope. Hope to stand up , to succeed and to walk down the narrow lanes of life that often has tricky ends. The ends that call for the death of despair or gives birth to a new one.

       
                  
  
    The death that welcomes a new life. A life that makes me feel the death, each time I'm deserted , every time they are in pain because of me. Pretending unaffected when they leave, giving up to myself in the dark, makes me feel helpless, weak. But when the eyes close in pain, there's something inside. A sense of security. The security from the harsh reality that awaits me as I step out.  A strength that gushes out in me when fighting for oneself get indispensable for survival . 


      
                   

 Not always, there is helplessness behind silence, compromise veiled by   composure. Rather, it can be an  empowering resilience of the soul, that was distorted, that looked blurred, when destiny seemed envious of the innocent smile, that was lost since so long.
                         
  






 The waves, like me, know
the limit. But even the mighty setters are not spared when they break out, of calmness, of limits....
                                                                                            
                                                                                                
     


  


An iceberg is cool enough to give you shivers. Never can be broken by weapons, it melts with a mere intangible ray of the Sun.......for there's already a softer cool that longs for that one gentle sensation of love, that is as warm as care and  hot enough to dare....