FIREWORKS
F ireworks, whichever side we see them
from, burn away into darkness to
decorate someone else's sky. Sadly, they
have no choice but to fuse to produce
light. Are they noble or a detriment to
themselves? When they do burn, they
are forgotten in seconds, but if they
don’t, they are criticized for a moment,
but eventually becomes useless. They
look beautiful, as if from a scene from a
fairytale, but up there, isn't it just chaos
and conflict between explosives? They
look beautiful only because the
detonation is at a distance from us.
Aren't we all the same, working our
backs off to back others for the rest of
our lives, knowing that everyone has the
same ending? What if everyone's wish
came true, just like fireworks explode in
the night sky all together, and if it did,
what if one’s radiance outshone the
others? In this materialistic world, the
sight of a sky full of fireworks is the one
of the only times when people are
happy, even though all the money
they had spent is getting reduced to
ashes, quite literally. Apart from money,
who knows how much was wasted for
making them, and how much of
Mother Earth was polluted in the
process. And like fireworks, what if our
voices could reach to the corners of the
world without fading away? Some
laugh, blush, moan, cry, and even get
irritated or afraid, like dogs and cats do,
when they hear the sound of crackers.
After all, our voices can heal and hurt,
because, even if the voice is pleasant, the
words are not. We are all like fireworks
that are made throughout the year and
burnt one night. We grow physically,
mentally and financially, but die one
day. It feels great while seeing them, but
sad once they vanish; all that for a
momentary satisfaction. Even though
they vanish, the memories will still
remain. And when you think about
those memories, all that remains is a
smile of melancholy.
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