Oil Lamp

I was in dark, a severe dark room where a tiniest ray of light were seems to be a miracle. Surrounded by hopelessness fears and tears everywhere I happened to see an oil lamp

I was obsessed with that light I loved the warmth of it in a cold dark room I became happy I took that little fire with me forever I devoted my life to it. With time, I started worshiping it thinking that it has lowered the darkness I was in.

Days after days, months after months my obsession got increasing I started touching it hugging it kissing it till it started burning me. Initially it burnt a little I ignored because it was the only light I had I kept on kissing it I kept on worshiping it. Burnt by burnt it slowly scaring my body and eventually turned it into scars only.

In its light I saw mirror and found out that light has burnt my beautiful face turned my skin into scars n burns only but I stayed obsessed I stayed in its warmth till I turned to ashes

My soul kept screaming I should’ve stayed in the dark I should’ve stopped when the first kiss burnt my lips I should’ve stopped myself I should’ve listened to my instincts which were begging me that it’s hurting your skin it was oil lamp it’s nature is to burn, it was not the light I should’ve waited for light I should’ve waited for the right light that provides comfort, that was soothing to eyes, body and soul. I wish I didn’t ruin myself over a fire I took as my lifeline mistakenly but it was too late.