My Voices

My soul didn't leave me in darkness..It kindled my heart and it burns still...It aches but it's safe..As long as it is aflame I don't need to be scared it says...It gives me a reason to live and help others live too..You see just like a burning waxed candle would help any other candle to burn... It says I'm the spark and it wants to see me grow into a wildfire... I say,"Shall I not harm anyone with such desire?"An immediate response comes,"Yes."The minor ones are to be ignored in the major lifts. You see we are not Gods.And so people don't worship us everyday. We cannot become a hero in everyone's tale..."Am I not a good soul then?"It speaks,"You are.You will always be. Rest it in the hands of fate. Nothing is as skillfully designed as it is. The ones you harm unintentionally will reborn from their ashes just like you."Things happen just because they are meant to... Sometimes I try not to listen to it but it begs me not

Somewhere a good soul is buried in the sands of time...lost in his way..lost in the pitch darkness.. trying to figure out the right way or has he found it?He says he's scared to let it go..darkness, but why?He says what's the use of him getting out when the world outside is similar to his grave.. He weeps, he cries, inside he dies...Stop! I say to him. "You could be the last one of your kind. I still see that goodness within you..So why don't you wake up and help me change this world..help me change myself...",I cry. And i know somewhere he hears me but does not want to listen...After all even he knows that all the good ones have failed in this attempt.. Outside, he'll be criticized, he'll be blamed, he'll be shouted upon, he'll be laughed at, for every good thing he'll do....So he says he can help me change myself but I won't be able to live with it.. He promises me one thing but ,he 'll be around me, walking as my shadow ,show up i