Ripples In the Water

Existence is itself like the water of a clear pond Glancing at it from afar Anyone would immediately feel charmed Would want to dip his toes in Would even want to lie back and float on it While letting the notes of the skies' mysticism Fill up his soul and melt his heart! But then, the still water of existence Does experience ripples From time to time Whether these come as challenges Or whether these come as catastrophes Whichever, what matters is that As soon as one succumbs to the charms of existence And lets its promising pleasures fool him One immediately realizes of one's mistakes Existence is unpredictable Existence is made of ripples Ripples sent from the guardians of purity Aiming to punish us For simply having felt attracted To existing in a temporary and transient world! Pray, we are fragile floating candles Sitting on the waters of a pond A pond we thought would give us time to relax And enjoy the feel of the sun on our flames So that, rejuvenated, we would ignite ourselves And show off our flares to the lucky residents of the heavens! But ripples happen, ripples happen provoked or not Ripples happen and douse off our ardor Ripples show us that we are to be scared of them For they have the power to destroy us By bringing out our so fickle flames! For Contest Ripples in the water Written on 25 August 2017