A Candle In The Wind


To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadows, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

 William Shakespeare

Candle in the wind is a short prose attempt inspired by the famous poem ‘Life’s Brief Candle’ by the great William Shakespeare. Hope it’s worth the effort.

ACandle In The Wind


She is dying a slow death little by little, inch by inch, getting more and more into herself no one to understand the state she is in. Longingness in her eyes for the moon she can’t grasp in her hand slowly consuming her like a wasp in it’s cocoon. Dying moths appear in her dream so she Dare not dream for the dream makes her choke. Vibrancy in the state of emptiness inside her made her temor within her soul. Her soul slowly getting emptied into a state of nothingness.

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There is no escape from all this she knew. For the Deja vu of the past haunts her todays. She felt the cold and distant attitude of others towards her. Lonliness had followed her everywhere her whole life sincerely than others. She tried to break free from the shackles in her heart but it was getting impossible for her even to breathe. Last Ray’s of sunshine peeking through the cracks made her remorseful of her shame. Tears had dried up from her heartbreaking crying. It seemed like Joy was a word antonym to her. Like a dewdrop which disappears with the day’s first hit of the light her joy disappears into the mist fog of the mountains of her problems. Life couldn’t go on. Stuck to her hapless situations in life she remained in her morbid conditions.


A walking contradiction is her life sometimes dragging along sometimes drooping. Miles she went to see some light, but always taken advantage of her light-heartedness. She suffered in silence. Her voice made others seems like she made a lot of noise so she dulled the inner scream. She knew they kept count of her bursts so she just screamed to herself without making a noise. She tried to empathize and sympathize with others but no one ever cared to know her pain. Wasted away and still rotting away her life for everyone else but her. She is the candle in the wind on the window pane. Dwindling wick in the storm. She is an epitome of withering away into nothingness…


Author: anamikaisblogging

Uhmm! What do I say abt myself. Love to read, write, watch tons of movies and loves music. Educated enough to enlighten a few things to a few some who shows the interest to listen. This is me in a nutshell. Will let out little by little, like the cat out of the bag. Ok I think it's time to let out one more passion of mine, which I as much love as writing, and that is cooking. Trying out different new recipies with a slight variation added of mine makes my culinary skills a little adventurous cuisine.

12 thoughts on “A Candle In The Wind”

  1. Very touching
    Loved the way you you ended by comparing with Dwindling wick in the storm
    Thank you
    Superb paintings
    Can you reveal the secret from where you collect these beautiful paintings,photographs ,GIF.
    I promise I will not reveal this top secret to a third person

    Liked by 1 person

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