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Just read a quote. It was 'show me your darkness. Your light is easy to love.' Wait a minute, that's not how it goes. If you truly love someone, it's easy to love them, whoever they are, whatever they become, however they are, whatever they turn into. If you find it hard to love someone, then you are not loving them; you are just fooling your heart. And if it's love, it's easy. Damn easy. Oh, you did that. My heart skipped a beat there, and I don't mind it at all. Oh, your laughter...my heart is giggling, and my soul just left my body and sat in front of you to admire your laughter. And before someone says it's wrong about whatever, whoever, let me explain. You grow into love; you rise. So you respect them, you don't let them down, you will let them know if they are doing something wrong, something bad... love makes each other lovely. Being lively and lovely is higher than love. It's just the way I think.

-elysian flame

[elysian-flame]

Every moment is drowned in thoughts of you,

You may be far, but you’re always close to my heart.

That face which I cannot touch,

Yet it is etched in the light of my eyes.

You are the star in the sky,

Who, even from a distance, illuminates my heart.

Just hearing a single note of your voice,

Brings peace to my soul.

Loving you is my destiny,

Whether we meet or not, your existence is enough.

Your name is written in every heartbeat,

In this helpless love, there is still a sacred bond.

Though I can’t touch you with my hands,

I meet you every night in my dreams.

This distance is no real separation,

For you reside closest to my heart.

[elysian-flame]

Tumhein mujh se nafrat ho jaye, To kabhi un baton se nafrat naa karna, Jo kabhi hum ne aik doosre se ki thi'n, Ke batein, to Rabta hoti hn, Vo bench jaha hum betha karte thy, Vo pehli barish, vo cofee k khali mug, Sab ko yaad rakhna....kabhi un se nafrat na karna,Ke sirf mein, aur Faqt mein hì, Tumhari us nafrat k qabil hoon...🪶

[elysian-flame]

कितना महरूम हूं मैं

कितना मैयसर है मुझे

ज़रा सेहरा है मुझे

कतरा समन्दर है मुझे

[elysian-flame]

~Teri Deewani

Kailash Kher is known for his melodious and meaningful songs and 'Teri Deewani' is probably one of his best works! As good as this song is, it's the video that makes it truly a masterpiece. Please allow me try to break it down for you guys.

The video is a beautiful amalgam of 5 different stories blended into a 5 minute video.

Ist story: Incomplete Love

This girl in white salwar, is seen standing in the Golconda fort, a place where she meets her lover, (who is seen leaving her, white shirt guy sitting in bus).

She later commits suicide, pay attention to the line in the song when she is seen jumping from the top. "Haste haste aashiq suli chad jayein."

and Story: Complete Love

There is another couple that always meet up and are seen smiling till the very end, this completely contrasts with the Ist story.

This ends with "Kahin Ishq Di marzi hai, kahin Rab Di Marzi hai"

3rd Story: Acceptance

In this case the girl is seen in a truck, leaving her boyfriend who is running behind it to stop her. He tries very hard but eventually he gets tired and gives up; He fmally stops and let her go. They both are seen to be in harmony with this as you can notice from the smile in both of their faces.

4th Story: Love at first sight

By the getup and looks, the guy wasn't her lover, he was maybe contracted to kill her. Notice the way he tries to block her.

Now, look at her reaction and facial expression when he draws her close and just observe his change in expression in the next few moments; she looks into his eyes and there certainly is a connection; He instantly falls in love with her and lets her go.

However, she doesn't really know yet that he is hired to kill her and when she sees the knife in his hand she starts running away; They were strangers, not lovers, but it took only a moment to fall in love.

Alternatively, It can be that the guy knew the girl and was in a one sided love? Notice the lines at "Tune kya kar dala mar gayi mein, mit gayi mein". He maybe is there to take revenge but lets her go nonetheless? The placement of the lyrics messes it up for me to conclude.

5th Story: Passionate Love/Teri Deewani

This is how the title of the video was formed. "Tune kya kar dala, mar gayi mein, mit gayi mein. Teri Deewani, Teri Deewani She has turned mad in love (Deewani) and dances every night for her lover after the sunset under the lights of firecrackers.

This one is not written by me

🥰✨

[elysian-flame]

1. "Tu baat kare ya na mujhse, Chahe aankhon ka pegaam na le"

These lines reflect unrequited love, where the person is expressing emotional vulnerability. It shows a willingness to remain connected, despite the lack of communication or acknowledgment. It’s about silently waiting for a sign, even when none is given, a common feeling in love when one seeks validation from the beloved.

2. "Par ye mat kehna are o pagle, Mujhe dekh na tu, mera naam na le"

This line conveys the pain of potential rejection. Even if the person is distant or emotionally unavailable, the lover cannot bear the thought of being forgotten. It reflects attachment and the fear of emotional abandonment. Despite the distance, there's still a longing for recognition and a place in the beloved's heart.

3. "Tujhse mera deen dharam hai, Mujhse teri khudai"

In a romantic context, this line suggests that the lover sees their entire belief system and emotional existence tied to the beloved. It reflects how romantic love can become central to one's identity, where everything revolves around the object of affection. This kind of attachment can lead to an all-encompassing view of love, where the beloved is seen as a guiding force in life.

4. "Tu bole toh ban jaaun, Main Bulleh Shah saudai"

This reflects the lover’s willingness to lose control and go to any extent for the beloved, even to the point of madness. Psychologically, it expresses the intensity of romantic obsession, where a person may become irrational in their pursuit of love. It symbolizes the extent to which someone might be willing to sacrifice their own sense of self for the other.

The story behind these lyrics filled with love

Bulleh Shah was a philosopher, who lived around 17th century India. He wanted to reform the society and end all sorts of caste hierarchies and superstitions that existed in society. He had a murshid (teacher) whom he loved. This story is about him and his teacher. And this love is not the sexual attraction you may think of. It's pure love, of a student, for his teacher.

Bulleh would often upset many influencial people like nawabs and kings. But his murshid had good relations with them, so his murshid would save him from trouble. His murshid also believed the same things he did about reforms.

One day, all friends and family of Bulleh Shah came to him. Bulleh Shah was from a rich background so ofcourse these people were also very rich. They told him that he is an upper caste person, while his murshid is a lower caste person. The fact that he lives with a lower caste person as a teacher brings shame to their family. What would the people think? Bulleh Shah was convinced, and he decided to leave his murshid.

When he was going, his murshid told him, "tu bulleya nhi, tu bhuleya hai" as in you are not bulleya (his nick name) but bhuleya (someone who is lost.

A few days later, Bulleh realises his mistake and decides to come back. But all his friends and family members are angry. They give him an ultimatum, that if he leaves, he would get absolutely no money from them. Not even inheritance. But Bulleh doesn't care. He just wants to go back to his murshid. So that was the deal he made. His murshid in exchange for all friends and family members and all the wealth. And hence the lines, "Tu bole toh ban jau main bulleh shah saudayi", if you say I shall become a dealer like bulleh shah (and deal everything in exchange for you)

But when he goes back to murshid, his murshid is not ready to forgive him. What do Bulleh Shah do now? After trying and trying and nothing happening, eventually Bulleh starts to dance publically for his murshid. This is a time when dancing publically for someone was seen as bad as prostitution, and dancers were among the lowest of classes in society.

But he doesn't only dance, he does so with transgenders. Transgenders were considered kind of untouchable back then. But he wanted to prove that he no longer believes in caste hierarchies, something he had left his murshid for.

He does so publically, and keeps doing it non stop, for 12 long hours, without a break. And even after 12 hours, his murshid finally forgives him and hence he stops, otherwise he would have continued.

Now you know the meaning of, "main bhi naachu rijhau sone yaar ko, karu na parwah bulleya" as in I shall also dance and entertain my beautiful friend, without caring about the world, just like bulleya.

Similarly the lines "Bakshe tu jo pyaar se mujhko toh ho meri rihayi" as in, if you forgive me with love only then I would become free. This makes more sense now, doesn't it?

I can't help but share it with everyone

I cried too... isn't it beautiful

I’ve been feeling this more and more lately... this desire not to hide anything, even when I’m feeling shy, even when my heart’s racing so loud I swear it echoes in the room. But the thing is, I know I feel it deep in my bones that this isn’t fear. No, there’s no fear here.

It’s something else entirely.

It’s like I’m uncovering a secret part of myself, peeling back layers I didn’t even realize I was hiding. And as I do, it feels like my heart gets lighter and lighter, as if it's about to float away like a balloon set free in the sky. Every time I share something real, something raw, my heart beats faster—wild, uncontrollable, like it’s in on the secret, like it’s daring me to go further.

I can't even describe it properly. I don't know why people call this fear. Maybe it’s because they’ve never had their heart beat in this rhythm, in this wild, beautiful chaos. Maybe they’ve never experienced the kind of love that makes you feel like you’re bursting at the seams, like you’re dancing on the edge of something magnificent.

So, to all of you yes, you I wish you the kind of love that lifts your soul from wherever it’s been, dusts it off, and places it gently beside the soul of the one you love. The kind of love that makes your heart race, not from fear, but from a joy so pure it doesn’t need to be explained.

Let your heart beat as loud as it wants. Let it sing.

-kena

[elysian-flame]

I have a pimple on my right cheek and a tiny one on my forehead. Today, ten people pointed it out nine of them were my relatives, and one, my friend. I gave them a good reply, but deep inside, I couldn't help but reflect on the way people perceive and point out such things.

Just because I take care of my skin and body doesn’t mean I’m trying to be flawless every moment of every day. It’s natural for a person to have a pimple, just as it’s natural for the sun to rise and set. Why do we treat the tiniest imperfections as if they diminish our worth? Caring for ourselves isn’t about chasing perfection or becoming immune to life’s little disruptions. It’s about loving the body we have, even when it doesn’t fit someone else’s idea of beauty.

Respect your body because the body is the temple of your soul. That’s why I take care of myself not to please the world but because I respect this vessel that holds my spirit. I take walks, apply skincare, and nourish myself not to prevent every blemish or stay 'pretty' in someone else's eyes, but because I love this body that I live in. No pimple or flaw could ever take away the beauty that comes from selflove.

Some days, people forget that our bodies are temporary. We forget that, in the end, nobody remembers the little pimples, scars, or stretch marks. What remains is how we made them feel how we loved them, how we lived with joy and grace. There will come a time when our bodies age, and no one looks at them the way they once did. But even then, we won’t be any less beautiful. Beauty is something much deeper than skin.

Just because we care for our bodies doesn’t mean we won’t get sick or have days where we don’t feel our best. And that’s okay. It’s part of being human. But to point out someone’s imperfections, things they can’t change in a second that’s what’s truly flawed. If you want to bring something to light, talk about the qualities that make a person grow their kindness, their courage, their soul. After all, you cannot change your face, but you can change the expression on it. You cannot change your body, but you can change the way you live in it.

We don’t need to chase after beauty standards that tell us we must be flawless to be loved. I go for walks, not to look pretty, but because I love it. 💜A few days ago, I went walking with a friend, and we sat down by a tree. There was one particular tree vibrant and full of life that stood out to me. I looked at it and said, “I relate to this tree. It’s happy, loving, and living.” My friend laughed and said, “You relate to everything! How can you possibly relate to a tree?” But it was more than just a silly moment. There was a truth in what I felt. That tree didn’t need to be anything other than what it was it was alive, and that was enough. I think that’s true for us, too. We just need to be alive in our own way, and that’s enough.✨

When people look at me and see a flaw a pimple, a scar, or even when I’m not at my healthiest I don’t feel less beautiful because I know that beauty is more than what people see. I take care of myself because I love this life. I care for my skin, not to be perfect, but because it feels good to nurture myself. I apply oil to my hair, and while I’m at it, I massage my mother’s and sister’s hair because I want them to feel loved and cared for, too.❤️

I remember a few days ago, I made something healthy to eat and ran after my sister, telling her to try it. I didn’t do it because I’m obsessed with health, but because I love her, and I want her to be well. I chase after my sister, too, making sure she eats something good with me, hoping she’ll get the vitamins she needs. I even sneakily apply oil to my father’s hair, despite his protests. He might not like it, but I know it’s good for him. These small acts of care are what make life meaningful.✨🐢

Love is the only real nourishment. It’s not just about loving yourself it’s about pouring love into others, too. We’re here to care for each other. Life becomes more beautiful when we stop obsessing over tiny flaws and start nurturing the people we love. We’re all connected, like that tree I saw on my walk. It was living, breathing, and giving life to the world without worrying about being perfect.✨

A pimple, an illness, or a bad day doesn’t take away from who we are. These things are just a reminder that we’re human. They’re part of the experience of living in a body. What matters is how we live in it how much we love it, care for it, and cherish the people around us while we’re here.

Taking care of ourselves is a gift, not a burden. And it’s not about fixing flaws but about appreciating the body that carries us through life. And when we take care of others whether it's massaging their hair, sharing a meal, or just being there for them we're creating beauty that’s far more meaningful than physical appearance.

To be creative means to be in love with life. You can be creative only if you love life enough to want to enhance its beauty. When we take care of ourselves, our bodies, and the people around us, we’re enhancing the beauty of life itself.

So, the next time someone points out a pimple, a flaw, or an imperfection, remember this: we are far more than what they see. The love we give, the joy we bring, and the care we show that’s what makes us truly beautiful. Life isn’t about being flawless; it’s about being alive and full of love.❤️✨

-elsy

[elysian-flame]

You can read any book you like. You can call yourself whatever you want, without seeking anyone’s approval. I've delved into timeless classics like King Lear, Romeo and Juliet, Othello, and Pride and Prejudice. And even after experiencing those literary masterpieces, I still pick up books that I find intriguing. I don't feel the need to ask for anyone’s opinion because there is something liberating in trusting your own judgment, in allowing your heart and curiosity to guide you.

There’s a profound beauty in embracing what you love without the weight of others’ opinions dragging you down. It’s about recognizing that life is not about conforming to standards set by others; it’s about listening to your inner voice. It's akin to the idea of living authentically when you are true to yourself, the need for external validation dissipates. In this freedom, you allow yourself to explore, to make choices, and to connect with things that resonate with you, even if you haven’t fully experienced them yet. ✨💫🌙

Consider the way, on social media platforms like Facebook, you can list hobbies that fascinate you. Perhaps you've never gone scuba diving, but the idea excites you. You don't have to wait until you've physically experienced it to claim it as something that sparks joy within you. This idea speaks to the core of human curiosity and desire. Sometimes, we feel connected to things we haven't yet lived, and that connection can be just as powerful as if we had. The mystery of what draws us to these unknowns is a key part of life there's a richness in allowing yourself to be pulled toward something just because it calls to you, even without full comprehension. ✨

Take love,❤️ for example. Love is an emotion that often defies logic. You might find yourself deeply in love with someone, even if they never reciprocate. The absence of their love doesn't invalidate yours. In fact, love, in its purest form, isn’t about receiving something in return; it’s about the act of loving itself. It’s about surrendering to the feeling, allowing yourself to be vulnerable, and embracing that connection, even if it remains one sided. You might never hear the words “I love you❤️” from them, but that doesn’t diminish the intensity or authenticity of what you feel. The heart knows what it desires, and often, it doesn’t need anyone else's confirmation to justify its choices.

This concept is similar to the experience of reading. You might have read just one book, yet declare that you love reading. Some might argue that you haven’t read enough to make that claim. But for you, that one book was enoughit ignited something within you. It opened a door to a new world, and in that moment, you discovered a passion. Whether others see it the same way doesn’t matter. When you love something or someone, you don’t ask for the approval of others. You don’t need to seek permission to feel. You simply do. Your love, your passion, is valid because it’s yours. It's a personal experience, one that cannot be quantified or explained by anyone but you. ✨

Think about it do you pause when you watch a beautiful sunset, 🌇 wondering if it meets someone else’s standards of beauty? No, you don’t. You let the colors of the sky, the soft fading of light, wash over you. You feel it in your soul. That’s how love is, how passions are. They don’t need to be dissected, analyzed, or understood by others. They simply need to be felt, and that feeling is where their power lies.✨✨✨

So why do we often find ourselves trying to solve every mystery, analyzing every experience, or dissecting the worth of everything we encounter? Not every book is going to resonate with everyone, but that doesn’t mean it lacks value. It simply wasn’t meant for you. We live in a world where everything is subject to judgment, but not every experience requires explanation. Some things are meant to remain a mystery, to be celebrated for their uniqueness. 💫A book, a passion, or even a person may not speak to you in the way it does to someone else, but that doesn’t make them any less worthy.

The idea of life as a celebration of experiences rather than a puzzle to be solved is one worth embracing. Every moment, every connection, every discovery carries its own meaning, even if we don’t fully understand it. Each book, like each person,🤌 has its own story to tell. Some may move us to tears, while others may leave us indifferent, but all of them are part of the rich tapestry that makes up our lives.

Consider movies, for instance. You might have a favorite film that stirs something deep within you, but when someone else watches it, they feel nothing. Does that mean your experience was invalid? Of course not. Your connection to that movie was personal, and the fact that it spoke to you is what makes it special. Just like with books, not every story will resonate with every reader, and that’s okay. The value lies in the experience, in what it meant to you.

Life, much like reading, is about embracing the mystery. You don’t need to have all the answers or understand every nuance to enjoy something. Whether it’s a hobby you’ve never tried, a book that left you speechless, or a love that remains unreturned, the beauty lies in the experience itself. There’s a richness in allowing yourself to be swept away by the things that move you, even if you can’t fully explain why. 💜

So, instead of trying to unravel every mystery, allow yourself to simply be. Let yourself experience the joy of discovery, the depth of emotion, and the beauty of life’s unpredictability. Books, love, and even the smallest interests are all part of the grand mystery of life. They connect us to something beyond ourselves, something we may never fully grasp but can always cherish.

Next time someone tells you that a book wasn’t for them, remember that it was still meaningful it just wasn’t for them. Life, much like a story, is meant to be lived, not judged. We celebrate its variety, its different rhythms and expressions, by embracing the unknown and reveling in the simple joy of feeling deeply.

-elsy🔥

❤️❤️❤️❤️

[elysian-flame]

Feel it all,

for this is the essence of your existence.

Life is not merely a puzzle to be solved,

but an experience to be profoundly embraced.

Let your emotions rise,

let them ascend until they fill you completely,

and when they do, release them—

allow them to flow freely and without restraint.

Be like a child, open and unguarded,

experiencing each moment with purity and wonder.

Let your laughter be your beacon,

let your tears cleanse your soul,

and let your heart absorb the quiet splendor of being.

This journey is not about solving problems,

but about uncovering the mysteries that life presents.

Let the rhythm of existence guide you,

effortlessly and gracefully, without friction or resistance.

Each feeling, each sensation is a sacred gift—

a reminder of your presence in this moment,

breathing, feeling, loving.

Do not shy away from your emotions,

for they are the vibrant hues of your inner world,

each adding depth and richness to the tapestry of your life.

To live fully is to engage deeply,

and to engage deeply is to connect with the core of your being.

Absorb the beauty that surrounds you,

let your eyes drink in the world’s colors,

and let your heart treasure them,

like precious gems nestled within.

Enrich your heart with love, joy, sorrow, and wonder,

for it can contain boundless expanses—

it holds the universe within.

Release the need to control,

and instead, surrender to the natural flow of life.

In letting go, you discover your truest self.

In surrendering, there is profound grace.

In acceptance, there is serene peace.

There is no need to achieve or become,

for you are inherently complete.

You are the dance, the laughter, the tears, the love—

you are the whole and the infinite.

So, find stillness and attune to the melody of your soul.

Let the silence reveal its truths to you,

guiding you to the essence that resides within.

In each moment,

with every breath,

you are whole and fulfilled.

As you sit with your emotions,

let them flow naturally.

Do not cling to them, nor push them away.

Allow them to pass through you like a gentle breeze,

and in their passing, discover tranquility.

Life unfolds as a journey without a final destination,

a series of beautiful moments,

each distinct, each perfect in its own way.

Embrace the present fully,

experience it all

and in doing so,

you will uncover the profound beauty that lies within you.

-elsy❤️🔥

[elysian-flame]

There’s a truth in the roots of our hair, a silent wisdom passed from the earth to the strands that flow down our backs. The moment I cut my hair, I felt something shift within me. "A woman’s hair is a living part of her being, it is connected to her soul, her memory, and her very nature." I didn’t realize it then, but with each lock that fell, a part of my essence was being trimmed away. Though I enjoyed the freedom of short hair for a time, as if I had shed old skin, it wasn’t long before I began to miss the weight, the fullness, the depth that long hair brings to life.

My mother, with the ancient wisdom that mothers seem to possess, always told me gently, “Your hair is a reflection of your being, my dear.” But in my youth, I longed for change. I didn’t listen. It wasn’t until I saw my reflection, saw the lightness on my head but heaviness in my heart, that I understood. With each strand I grew back, with every inch that returned to my shoulders, I found myself again.

There’s a connection between a woman and her hair that cannot be easily severed. “The longer the hair, the deeper the roots,”for hair holds memories, stories, and dreams. Every strand is a reflection of time, of growth, of evolution. When my hair grew long again, I realized it wasn’t just the physical length I missed—it was the weight of everything my hair had held. Every touch of the wind, every stroke of a brush, every moment I twirled a lock while lost in thought, they were memories braided into the very essence of my being.

Every strand tells a story, from the laughter shared with loved ones to the quiet moments of introspection. It holds the echoes of dreams woven into the fabric of my life and the silent strength that has guided me through trials. It is a crown, not of gold, but of the very essence of my identity—a symbol of my journey and an emblem of my strength.

There is something profound about hair, viewing it not as mere ornamentation but as a sacred bridge between the soul and the universe. “Hair is a silent current,”carrying the energy of our spirit, a channel through which our essence flows to the cosmos. To cut it is to sever that natural harmony, to disrupt the rhythm of our existence. In the grace of my long hair, I find a reflection of this sacred connection, a silent dance with the universe that feels both right and vital.

The joy of running my fingers through its length, the soft brush against my skin, is a daily reminder of the harmony I have found. It is a testament to a choice well made, one that resonates with the deepest parts of who I am. Long hair, with all its softness and strength, suits me in ways that shorter styles could never fully embrace.

In its length, I find not just beauty but a deep-seated alignment with my true self. The soft caress of my tresses against my skin is a constant reminder of the harmony that exists when one remains true to their nature. Each strand, flowing freely, is a testament to the strength that lies within the delicate, the enduring elegance of allowing oneself to remain in tune with their essence.

There hasn’t been a single day where I’ve looked in the mirror and wished for short hair again. My long hair, like the queen’s crown, is a testament to my strength, my growth, my journey. There’s power in it, a sense of belonging to something ancient and feminine, something deep and soulful. **“A woman’s hair is not just hair,”** it is her soul manifest, a symbol of her journey. It holds the whispers of the wind, the sun's warmth, the nights of sorrow and days of joy.

As my hair grows, so do I. I am reminded that just like life, growth takes time. There’s beauty in that process, in letting things unfold at their own pace, in nurturing what’s natural. Every day, I feel the weight of it, the gentle tug at my scalp, the soft brush against my skin—it grounds me. It’s a part of who I am, an extension of my soul. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Long hair has become my strength, my shield, my silent story. It is my past and my future, a living testament to the woman I am and the woman I am becoming. It holds the memories of who I was, and the dreams of who I will be. There is nothing to regret, nothing to long for—everything I need, I already carry with me, woven into the very strands of my being. “Let your hair grow, let your soul grow,” for they are one and the same. And so, with every inch, I let myself grow, wild and free, embracing the woman I was always meant to be.

-elsy❤️🔥

[elysian-flame]

I read a quote once,

"Show me your darkness, for your light is easy to love."

But wait, is that truly how love works?

No, love is not about choosing the easy parts,

Not about basking only in the light.

If thou dost truly love someone,

It matters not who they are,

Nor what they become.

Love embraces all,

It seeks not to change,

But to understand,

To hold tenderly both the storms and the calm.

If thou must think long and hard to love,

Then, alas, it is not love that dwells within thee.

Thou art but deceiving thy heart,

Playing a game of shadows.

For love, in its purest form,

Is simple.

It flows like water,

Soft yet strong,

It demands nothing,

And yet gives everything.

Oh, how my heart skips a beat,

At the mere thought of thee.

And thy laughter—

Ah, when I hear it,

My heart giggles like a child,

And my soul, it seems,

Has left my body

To sit before thee,

Merely to admire the sound of thy joy.

And before any dare to say it is wrong,

Before they speak of limits and judgments,

Let me make it clear:

True love does not falter,

It does not bow to the opinions of others.

For love is not a cage,

It does not seek to bind.

In love, we rise.

We grow, we learn,

We become more than we were before.

And in this rise,

We honor one another,

We speak not to tear down,

But to lift up.

For if they stumble,

If they err,

Love gently guides them back,

Without judgment,

Without scorn.

Love makes one another lovely,

And in this loveliness,

There is life.

For to be lively and lovely

Is a state higher than love itself,

It is the dance of souls,

The meeting of hearts

In their most radiant form.

"Love seeks not perfection,

It seeks only truth."

And in that truth,

There is peace,

There is freedom.

This is how I think,

This is how I love—

With all that I am,

With all that I have.

-elsy❤️🔥

[elysian-flame]

Someone once told me, "If you only post about BTS, people will remember you as the BTS girl. They’ll define you by that."

At that moment, I felt a pang of disappointment,

Not because of their words alone,

But because it seemed to betray a misunderstanding of who I am.

They may think themselves wise,

But to me, their wisdom is misplaced.

I am not defined by the shadows of fear,

By the things I detest, or the ghosts that haunt my nights.

I refuse to be shaped by the things that trouble me or the insecurities that plague me.

I believe with every fiber of my being that you are what you love.

And I would rather be known for what I hold dear,

For the passions that light up my life,

Than be categorized by what I fear or despise.

If people remember me as the girl who adores BTS,

Who finds joy in their music and meaning in their message,

So be it.

Let them remember me as the one who finds solace in romance novels,

The one who laughs and weeps in tandem,

The one whose heart dances in the rain,

And whose soul sings with happiness.

There is nothing disrespectful in being defined by what I love.

In fact, there is a certain beauty in it.

If someone introduces me as the one who cherishes those seven Korean boys,

Who loses herself in the pages of love stories,

Who finds joy in the simplest of moments,

I would consider that a tribute to my heart’s deepest desires.

Every part of my being that resonates with love,

Every piece of my life that speaks to my passions,

Is a testament to who I truly am.

What others perceive as a limitation is, in truth, a reflection of my strength.

It is an expression of my authenticity and my dedication to living fully.

So, to those who offer bad advice,

Who seek to diminish the things that bring me joy,

I say this: stop.

Stop trying to mold me into someone I am not.

Stop trying to define me by your narrow views.

For in the end, I am proud of who I am,

Of the things I cherish,

And of the love that shapes my world.

Do not judge me by the surface of your perceptions,

But by the depth of my passions and the strength of my heart.

If you must remember me, remember me for my love,

For the things that make me truly alive.

For that is where my strength lies,

And that is where my true self will always be found.

-elsy❤️🔥

[elysian-flame]

I was sitting in the garden, birds doing their usual chirpy thing, while people around me were busy—some yapping on their phones, others buried in their newspapers, and a few just chatting away. Me? I had the whole bench to myself, my bag keeping me company, and I was completely absorbed in my book, making all kinds of goofy faces every time my favorite couple did something adorable. My heart? Totally mushy.

And then, out of nowhere, this little doggo waltzed over and plopped himself right next to me! He scooched up like I was his personal pillow, and I couldn’t help but giggle. So, naturally, I gave him a little pat, and went back to my book. But nope, Mr. Cutie wasn’t done. He snuggled even closer, breathing all soft and sweet, and I was like, "Awww!" Heart = melted.

Of course, I did the classic rummage through my bag—because duh, I’m always prepared—and found the biscuits I carry for these exact emergencies. But I thought, “Let him snooze, I’ll spoil him when he wakes up.”

So, there we were, just chillin’ together, even though there were a million other places he could’ve sat. But nope, he picked me! What a cutiepie.

A little while later, he woke up, gave me those sleepy eyes, and I handed him a biscuit like we were best buds. And what did he do? He curled right back up next to me like it was no big deal. Meanwhile, I’m thinking, "Who cares if I’m late? I’ve got this little furball snoozing like a prince beside me." Honestly, how could anyone focus on anything else when there’s a tiny, fluffy, sleepy guy stealing the show?

-elsy❤️ 🔥

[elysian-flame]

❤️✨Even if I knew I was bound to fall for him,

I wouldn’t have stopped, not even for a breath.

Why would I?

You know how they say when you leap from heights,

The water below turns to stone?

But I fell for this man,

And though I fear the water,

Though I fear the unknown,

I stood at the edge of the world,

And I jumped.

No hesitation, no pause.

No first thought, no second thought.

I just let go, and I fell.

Love doesn’t think, it doesn’t calculate,

It doesn’t ask, "What if I break?"

Love leaps, trusting the fall,

Trusting that something beyond reason will catch it.

And there I was, floating.

Not sinking, not crashing,

But gliding on the surface of something

I thought would drown me.

I realized in that moment

That love is not like water turning to concrete;

It is like air,

Invisible, weightless, and yet it holds you,

Even when you expect to fall hard.

It is said that love isn’t something you choose,

It’s a state of being,

And I let myself be swept into that state,

Without fear, without regret.

Love never fears the fall,

For it knows there’s no end,

Only the infinity of the experience.

So, I jumped,

And when I touched the sky,

I knew I’d never regret it.

Not today, not in a thousand lifetimes.

In love, time ceases to matter.

It is neither past nor future;

It simply *is.*

And when you’re in it,

You don’t ask for guarantees,

You don’t need safety nets,

You just dive, you just trust.

It is said, "Love is not afraid of drowning,

For it is the ocean itself."

And though I feared the water,

I found that in him, I was not sinking,

But learning to swim.

Now, I float with ease,

My heart light, my soul unburdened.

No regrets, not for a single heartbeat.

Not for thousands of years to come.

For when love comes,

You don’t resist it;

You jump, and you let it carry you away.

-elsy❤️ 🔥

[elysian-flame]

You are not worthless, and it’s important for you to understand that. Life is undeniably tough, and at times, it demands more from us than we feel we can give. It’s perfectly okay to be selfish and prioritize your own well-being. The struggles you’re facing are significant, and while no one can predict the duration or outcome, I believe deeply in your strength and capacity to overcome them.

It’s crucial to remember that you don’t have to answer to every emotion or situation. Often, we get caught up in overthinking, feeling as though we must have a response or solution for everything. But in reality, your mental health must take precedence over any friendship or relationship.

Emotions can be overwhelming, and right now, it seems they might be in control of you. To find peace, you need to take control of your emotions rather than letting them dictate your state of being.

As it is often said, “The mind is a beautiful servant but a dangerous master.” Take care of yourself, nurture your inner peace, and prioritize your mental health. By doing so, you’ll find the strength to navigate through your challenges with grace and resilience. Your well-being is precious, and you deserve to tend to it with the utmost care.

-elsy❤️

[elysian-flame]

✨🕊️❤️Do not mistake my grace for weakness,

For I am not one to cower in the face of deceit.

I have walked through storms,

Yet I stand tall, crowned not by gold,

But by the strength of my own spirit.

I understand the art of silence,

But never when it comes to my honor.

You may whisper lies,

Spin rumors like threads of poison,

But I will not bow.

My respect is not something you can tarnish

With your careless words.

Who are you,

To question the integrity I carry in my bones,

To cast doubt with your shallow judgments?

Do you think you can hide behind your false love?

I see it for what it is—

A mask, fragile and transparent.

I will not place my trust in hands

That tremble with dishonesty.

"I forgive, but I do not forget."

This is not a sign of bitterness,

But a shield,

For I believe that those who harm

Must not be given the chance

To hurt others the same way.

I hold no malice,

But I remember the lessons.

To forgive is divine,

But to forget is a folly I will not entertain.

I have seen your tears—

The false ones you shed when caught,

The pleas for forgiveness wrapped in guilt.

And yes, I have forgiven,

For it is beneath me to carry the weight of your misdeeds.

But know this:

I will not forget.

To continue unchecked.

"True power lies not in revenge,

But in the wisdom to rise above."

I have chosen to rise,

Not to engage in your pettiness,

But to walk a path you cannot touch.

I will not lower myself

To meet your level of deceit.

My silence is not a surrender,

It is a statement.

And yet,

You mistake this silence for arrogance,

Label it with words you do not understand.

But before you speak of ego,

Look within.

I have mastered myself,

And that is why I will not bend to your accusations.

You cannot control what you do not understand.

I am not my mother,

Who forgives without hesitation,

Nor am I my sister,

Who suffers in silence.

I will defend my throne—

The throne of my self-worth—

With the wisdom of a queen

Who has seen both kindness and cruelty.

"To rule is not to control,

But to guide with a heart that knows compassion."

I have compassion,

But it is not soft.

It is not naïve.

I extend it where it is deserved,

But I will not allow it to blind me

To the truth of your actions.

I have forgiven you,

Not for your sake,

But for my own peace.

Yet, do not confuse this peace with weakness.

Do not mistake my forgiveness

For permission to repeat your sins.

I hold no grudge,

But I have learned,

And I will not allow others

To suffer at your hands.

"The heart that forgives is noble,

But the mind that remembers is wise."

And I am both—

Noble in my grace,

Wise in my memory.

I do not seek war,

But I am prepared for battle,

Should you challenge me again.

For I am not here to play games,

Nor to engage in the trivialities of your gossip.

I am here to live fully,

To love with a heart untainted by bitterness,

And to protect those

Who are too kind to see the cruelty of the world.

So, go ahead,

Speak your words, cast your stones.

But know this:

You cannot touch a queen who walks

With the knowledge of her own worth.

I will rise above your pettiness,

I will reign with dignity and strength.

And if you should cross me again,

I will remind you of your place,

Not with anger,

But with the power of someone

Who has learned not to fear the storm,

But to dance in the rain.

I am Kena,

And I will not falter.

I forgive,

But I do not forget.

For I have learned,

And I will not allow others

To suffer the same fate.

My strength is not in my words,

But in the silence that follows them,

In the way I carry myself,

With the poise of a woman

Who knows she is unbreakable.

-elsy ❤️

[elysian-flame]

Out of all the faces in the crowd,

I don't know why it was yours my heart chose.

And I'm thankful my mind wasn’t present at that fragile moment—

That foolish thing would have tried to reason me out of this.

But oh, had I listened, I’d have missed this gentle madness called love.

Here I stand, still,

Watching you from afar,

Loving you in silence,

Embracing each emotion as it flows through my veins.

Yes, I cry, but isn’t sorrow the sister of joy?

Yes, I laugh, for your presence is the light in my shadows.

Yes, I love, for what else is life but this wild surrender?

Yes, I fall into despair, but in those depths, I find you waiting.

Yes, I feel the threads that bind us, invisible yet unbreakable.

Yes, I feel beautiful, for in loving you, I have found beauty within.

And yes, I feel lovely toward you, like a flame drawn to its own light.

You, the vast ocean that caught me,

When I didn’t even know how to swim.

You didn’t let me drown in the weight of my fears,

But neither did you let me die.

Instead, you wrapped me in your love,

Taught me to float, to rise, to breathe.

I’ve surfaced now, no longer lost,

But reborn in this sea of tenderness.

And what is this life, if not an endless rain of love,

Falling, flowing, flooding my heart without end?

Love is not something to be understood,

It is to be lived.

And in this living, I have found a truth deeper than thought—

A surrender greater than pride.

I rise in the rain of love,

Not seeking shelter,

But standing beneath it,

Grateful, alive, and unafraid.

-elsy ❤️