ISSN: 2455-9687
(A Quarterly International Peer-reviewed Refereed e-Journal
Devoted to English Language and Literature)

Dr. Antony Theodore, born on Nov 9, 1954, holds two Doctorates in English Literature and Philosophy of World Religions from the universities of U.S.A. and Germany. His significant books include The Song of My Dance, The Dance of My Dreams, In the Shadow of Your Wings, You are the Soul of my Being, Divine Moments among others. He has published his very popular poetry online in the following poetry sites- Poet Freak, The Starlite Cafe, Poem Hunter, Poet's Garden and Micropoet. He resides in Dortmund, Germany and can be contacted through his email: tonytheo100@gmail.com
 You kindled me.
 You are very thoughtful 
 when you look at me now. 
 You sit pensive in my light
 and meditate.
 
 Do you know
 I am glad that I burn. 
 If I did not burn, 
 I would have been in a candle box 
 with others who also do not burn. 
 
 In such a box, 
 we find no meaning for our lives.
 
 My meaning I find when I burn.
 Now I'm kindled and spread light.
 You can say "I am on fire".
 I am burning. 
 So I become shorter.
 I am sad, that I will become soon 
 a small stump only.
 
 But such is life.
 There are only two options for me: 
 Either I remain completely 
 intact in the cardboard, 
 then I will not become smaller.
 But then, I have no meaning in my life. 
 
 But when I burn, 
 I will give light and warmth, 
 then I know, that I am 
 of use for others.
 I have given myself freely.
 
 It is better than to be as cold 
 and meaningless in the box.
 
 Burning for others is my joy.
 A candle light is contagious! 
 Be a candle that burns!
 I built a small hut
 In my sandalwood garden.
 The wind fell in love with 
 my sandalwood trees.
 Wind comes to visit sandals
 every now and then 
 in the morning, noon and at dusk.
 The wind comes stealthily at night
 to visit the lady love, The Sandal.
 
 Why do I need a mansion? 
 I sleep in my small hut 
 peacefully, breathing always
 the sandal perfume 
 which the wind steals from
 his lady love. 
 Love flows with perfect grace
 like the dove that wants to fly.
 
 I remember her embrace.
 
 Hold me my desire, oh! my heart! 
 
 Moon, come and bathe me, 
 caress me.
 
 As the feathers of a wing
 cuddle together, 
 I want to cuddle with you 
 and gaze at your face
 with golden light 
 shining in my eyes. 
 The little stream sings and dances
 on its way to the flower tree.
 Waters bubble when it thinks of the flower tree.
 
 I want to flow fast and kiss the roots 
 and my tree will blossom into 
 flowers beautiful and new.
 
 Do you know now the secret of love
 and its mystery that brings forth flowers
 on my flower tree? 
 
 I want to flow fast. 
 Can’t wait anymore
 to kiss the roots of my lover tree.
 Run into my arms; 
 Call me by my name
 in a voice full of tender passion.
 
 Bring me now the thread of my soul
 Which I gave you when we began to love: 
 
 Look! the butterflies fly, 
 the birds twitter, 
 the rainbows smile
 when you lie in my soul.
 
 You are dear to me
 forever and ever
 till the end of times.