elysian-flame

[elysian-flame]

To see beyond sight, To wander without ground beneath, To rise without wings of flight. To think where mind is still, To hold without a hand, To feel beyond the skin, To dance, unmoved, where spirit stirs within. To love not with flesh, but with heart, To love in spirit, raw and whole. To cradle without hands or grasp, To feel the soul's touch, profoundly known To dance in stillness, without a step, To bare my soul, stripped of form. In quiet spaces, I become Whole in nothing, bound to all. To embrace the rawness of my soul

-elsy

[elysian-flame]

"Oh, to see without my eyes The first time that you kissed me"

The song opens with a yearning to see “without my eyes,” which may reflect a desire to experience love in a way beyond physical senses—almost as if the connection was transcendent or spiritual. The kiss mentioned here could represent the first moment of intimacy, a life-changing experience that’s difficult to fully understand with ordinary senses or words. The "first kiss" can also symbolize innocence, purity, or the beginning of an intense emotional journey.

"Boundless by the time I cried / I built your walls around me"

This line shows how the love was intense and immersive—"boundless" by the depth of emotions. The speaker seems to have cried or been moved deeply by this love and then "built your walls around me," suggesting that they allowed this love to define them. Psychologically, it speaks to the human tendency to shape our identity around our closest relationships. Spiritually, it hints at surrendering one’s boundaries, opening to love in a way that feels safe but can lead to dependency or self-enclosure.

> "White noise, what an awful sound / Fumbling by Rogue River / Feel my feet above the ground / Hand of God, deliver me"

The “white noise” could symbolize the overwhelming thoughts, fears, and anxieties that often accompany love. "Fumbling by Rogue River" might signify the difficulty of navigating love’s complexities, feeling lost or carried away by its currents. The line "Hand of God, deliver me" conveys a plea for salvation from love’s consuming nature. In psychology, this could signify the loss of self in the intensity of love, leading to feelings of entrapment or helplessness.

"Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me / The first time that you touched me / Oh, will wonders ever cease? / Blessed be the mystery of love"

The refrain “woe is me” reveals a sense of sorrow intertwined with the ecstasy of being touched for the first time. The line “will wonders ever cease?�� suggests awe at the beauty and pain that love brings, encapsulating the song’s theme: that love is both a gift and a burden. This paradox can be seen as the "mystery of love"—something beyond logic, something to be cherished even with its potential for sorrow.

"Lord, I no longer believe / Drowned in living waters / Cursed by the love that I received / From my brother’s daughter"

This verse grapples with spiritual disillusionment. "Living waters" typically symbolize renewal or life-giving love, but here, the speaker feels drowned or overwhelmed by it. This can hint at disillusionment with a love that was once life-affirming but has now become a source of pain. "Cursed by the love that I received / From my brother's daughter" could imply a complicated, perhaps forbidden or unfulfilled love, as if the connection was destined to bring both joy and sorrow.

"Like Hephaestion, who died / Alexander's lover / Now my riverbed has dried / Shall I find no other?"

Here, the reference to Hephaestion and Alexander the Great symbolizes an ancient, historical bond—one that was deep, possibly soul-bonded, but ultimately marked by loss. Comparing his own love to this epic relationship underscores the intensity of the emotions he feels. The phrase "riverbed has dried" symbolizes the end of the emotional “flow” or vitality, as if love has left him barren and wondering if he’ll ever find love again. Psychologically, this can represent the grief and despair one feels after a profound loss.

"Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me / I'm running like a plover / Now I'm prone to misery / The birthmark on your shoulder reminds me"

The plover is a type of bird, which could symbolize a sense of wandering or searching, as if the speaker is moving aimlessly after experiencing heartbreak. He mentions a "birthmark on your shoulder," possibly referencing a physical reminder of his lover, one that evokes memories and holds sentimental meaning. This imagery suggests how deeply he’s been impacted and how small reminders of his love bring back the pain of separation.

"How much sorrow can I take? / Blackbird on my shoulder / And what difference does it make / When this love is over?"

These lines reflect profound existential questioning. "How much sorrow can I take?" expresses the overwhelming weight of grief and loss. The blackbird, often seen as an omen or symbol of death, might represent a sense of doom or acceptance that love and sorrow are intertwined. Psychologically, this could symbolize reaching a threshold in coping with heartbreak. He questions the value of it all: if love ultimately ends, what is left behind? It suggests a struggle with meaning and purpose in the wake of a profound loss.

"Shall I sleep within your bed? / River of unhappiness / Hold your hands upon my head / 'Til I breathe my last breath"

Here, there’s a sense of surrendering to the “river of unhappiness” or pain that love has brought. By asking to “sleep within your bed,” the speaker might be seeking comfort in the very source of their sorrow. Spiritually, this could signify an acceptance of suffering as part of the journey of love. The line "Hold your hands upon my head" feels like a final benediction, as if he’s asking to be held or comforted until his last breath, suggesting that love, despite its sorrow, is worth embracing fully.

The song as a whole reflects the psychological journey of love: the ecstasy of new affection, the pain of attachment, and the inevitable sorrow of loss. Psychologically, it portrays love as a transformative experience that changes one's identity, often leading to a painful realization that what once felt boundless can dry up and leave a person feeling lost or shattered.

From a spiritual lens, this song could be seen as an exploration of love as a mystical, almost divine force that connects us to something larger than ourselves. The references to “Hand of God” and “living waters” imply a search for salvation, as if love’s power transcends earthly experience. Yet, the song also reflects that true love is a mystery, holding both joy and sorrow, life and death. Sufjan seems to suggest that to love is to accept both sides—the beauty and the pain—as an inextricable, almost sacred part of life.

contemplate the paradox of love: it is both salvation and suffering, boundless yet impermanent. The “mystery of love” lies in its power to break us and heal us simultaneously, leaving us with a sense of awe at the depth of our capacity to feel so deeply.

[elysian-flame]

You know what's hilarious?

How the moment you're shy, people start acting like it’s a problem they need to solve. “Oh, don’t be shy ” they say, like you’re supposed to suddenly flip a switch and become the life of the party. Or worse, they hit you with, “You’re just shy because you like that person!” As if every blush or quiet smile means you’re hiding a secret crush. Maybe I’m just existing over here, okay? Maybe it’s just who I am. But no, they’re all ready to slap a label on it, like, “Ah yes, shyness equals hidden feelings,” and then they shove that label into your hands like it’s a prescription. Suddenly, you’re there, holding this weird label, thinking,

“Wait, am I stupid ?Is something wrong with me?”

But here’s the thing they want to “fix” you because they don’t understand you.

Shyness, in their world, is a problem. But it’s not. It’s just part of who you are.

My shyness might be uncomfortable for you but my shyness is alive it’s real and raw. So, the next time someone tells you to “stop being shy,” just smile and say, “It’s who I am, take it or leave it.” Honestly, let them be uncomfortable with it if they want to. That’s their problem, not yours.

Now, let’s talk about crying. Oh, the drama that happens when you shed a tear You’d think you set off some kind of emotional fire alarm. “Don’t cry” they rush in to say, like you’re malfunctioning, as if crying is a disaster that must be avoided at all costs. “Why are you crying? Stop it, tears are bad” they insist. But let’s get real here tears are not bad. Some tears can be ugly (when tears are used to manipulate to scare to use people)

Crying is one of the most natural, human things we can do. It’s like saying,

“Hey, I’ve got feelings, and I’m letting them out.” It’s a relief, like releasing the pressure from a balloon that’s too full.

yeah, I’m crying because my heart is full, okay? And the next time someone tells me to stop, I’ll just tell them to sit down and join me. Let’s talk about the weather, laugh about the latest movie, or share a chocolate, but don’t tell me to bottle it all up. I’m allowed to cry. You’re allowed to cry. Let’s normalize it. There’s nothing wrong with having feelings. In fact, there’s something beautiful about them.

Then there’s vulnerability. Oh man, the contradiction here is real. “Be vulnerable” they say, all full of wisdom and good intentions. They want you to open up, share your soul. But the moment you do? Watch their faces. It’s like you’ve dropped a bomb in the middle of the room. They freeze. They get awkward. “Wait, not that vulnerable,” their eyes seem to say. They love vulnerability in theory, but not in practice. The truth is, they can’t handle the rawness, the realness. It scares them because it’s unpredictable. But guess what?

Vulnerability is a superpower. It’s what makes you real. I am vulnerable and the moment I am not ,it makes me feel dead

Few days ago, I shared something personal with a 36-year-old man about a friend of mine who has many life struggles. I was trying to process it, to share the weight of my worries, and he told me, “That person will try to manipulate you.”

What could they possibly manipulate me for? My emotions? Are they gonna steal my tears? Manipulate me for my chocolates? Please. What are they manipulating me for? Vulnerability isn’t the issue it’s who you share it with. But of course, the world loves to teach us the wrong lessons.

It’ll have you thinking that everyone is out to get you, so you stop sharing, stop trusting, and ultimately, lose a piece of yourself. Don’t let that happen.

Share your feelings with the right people. Let the wrong ones run away if they can’t handle your truth.

(be crazy enough to let them run away.)

And don’t even get me started on laughter If you laugh too much, they get all serious and worried, like you’re committing some kind of social crime. “Don’t laugh too much,” they warn. “People will get the wrong idea.” Um, no, you have the wrong idea I’m laughing because life is absurd and beautiful and funny. They’ll act like laughing too much will land you in some mysterious trouble, like there’s a fine for too much joy. But would you rather walk through life numb and stiff, barely cracking a smile, just to avoid making someone uncomfortable? No thanks. I once overheard an old lady telling a girl, “Don’t laugh so loud, it’s not ladylike.” And I thought, “Well, maybe being ladylike isn’t the goal. Maybe being happy is.”

+i am here to be me.

And laughter is one of the ways we live that mystery. Don’t let anyone take that from you. If you’re someone who laughs easily, embraces joy, and finds the fun in life’s little moments, keep doing it. You’re not “too much.” They’re just not enough.

And if you’re bold, oh hell, they’ll lose their minds. Say something a little too real, a little too honest, and suddenly, the room gets quiet. They start looking around, wondering if you really said what you just said. Newsflash: yes, I did! I once made a bold joke when I was with my friends maybe it was my birthday, and the silence was so loud, you could hear a pin drop. But instead of shrinking back, I thought, “Why should I apologize for being bold? For saying what everyone’s thinking but too scared to say?” If boldness makes people uncomfortable, then good. It means you’re shaking things up. You’re making them think. And thinking is something we all need to do a little more of.

Here’s the best part people have all these “rules” they expect you to follow, but none of these rules make sense. Don’t smile too much, don’t laugh too loudly, don’t talk too freely. They act like living authentically is dangerous. They tell you not to smile at strangers because apparently, that’s “wrong.” But what’s so wrong with spreading a little joy? Smiling at someone could make their whole day better. They’ll tell you to be serious, to be cautious, to protect yourself from the world. But I say unlearn all that nonsense. Be yourself. i should say learn what you were before, they told u what you should be. Just like kids, when we were kids we never cared about trusting too much, loving too much, laughing, crying whatever it was. That's you. kids do not care if they trusted someone too much. If someone broke thier trust cry over it but do not lose the power to trust.

People love to say, “Don’t be too crazy, don’t be too much.” But you know what? Be as crazy and as “much” as you want. Because life’s too short to fit into their tiny, boring boxes. So yeah, maybe I’ll laugh too much, cry too much, be a little shy or a little bold. Maybe I’ll be all those things at once. That’s called being alive

I am crazy. I am wild. I feel too much, I cry too often, I laugh too loudly, and I love too fiercely. But that is my truth, and I will not dilute it for anyone. I will not shrink to make others feel comfortable. I will not hide my emotions because they are inconvenient. I will not stop being who I am because the world fears what it cannot control. ( I would like to label myself as 'Me'❤️)

There’s power in being unapologetically yourself. There’s strength in embracing the parts of you that others find too intense. And if that makes me crazy? If that makes people run from me? So be it. I would rather be alone in my truth than surrounded by people who only want a watered down version of me. (When I say you'll get scared. I mean that's how crazy I am )

The world’s always going to try to change you. But why would you let them?

-elsy

[elysian-flame]

What the hell is wrong with you all?

Do you really think you’re getting something out of this?

Do you think it makes you powerful to sling shit my way?

You really think you’re going to win something from this pathetic game?

Money? Clout? (I’m not even that popular, so what the hell’s your excuse?)

First, I thought it was just family, you know, your typical backstabbing relatives. But then, lo and behold, college joins the shitstorm too.

People come running to me like they’ve just uncovered the fucking Rosetta Stone.

You know what I do first? Laugh.

Because what the fuck is this weak-ass shit?

If you’re going to gossip and spread lies, at least make it smart—don’t insult my intelligence with this kindergarten-level bullshit.

Am I disappointed? Hell yeah. But surprised? Not a goddamn bit.🥰

And the funniest part?

Some of you think you can use me for your own twisted little gains.

It’s a joke, really.

When it’s about supporting me, you worry about your precious reputation, about looking good for others.

But when I support you, I don’t give a fuck—I just do it. I don’t weigh it on some moral scale.

And when I speak my truth, what do I get? “Oh, you’re older, you’re smarter, you should understand.”

You’re fucking kidding me, right?

I’m supposed to be the "understanding" one, the "mature" one, while you spread lies about me?

You treat me like your goddamn competition, and I don’t even see you as worth competing with. Cuz we are different. there can not be any comparison between two individuals

I’ve taught you things, I’ve supported you, and what do I get?

Insecure little pricks questioning me like I owe them something.

💫And the funniest part? Some of you leeches try to use me for your own damn benefit.

It’s a joke, really.

But let me make one thing clear

I stand against injustice, I fight against anyone who causes harm or brings pain to others.

And you really think I won’t lead a fucking insurrection for myself?

That’s how idiotic you all are.💫🤌

"The moment you speak the truth, the world tries to drown you out with lies."

Let me be clear love and trust? They’re the same fucking thing.

You can’t have one without the other.

I learned that from people who actually know what love means my real family. My brother , my sister. They trust me from their souls.

They don’t question me like I’m some kind of suspect. My brother, he trusts me without a fucking word.

They aren’t like you. They trust me without conditions;

they don’t interrogate me or play these ridiculous games. My sister never doubts me.

But the rest of you?

You expect me to be 'smarter,' 'more understanding,' while you weave lies and toss me your fake love.

If you can’t love someone truly, then keep your fake-ass affection to yourself.

Don’t fucking insult me with your hollow gestures.

I see right through your bullshit, through your crocodile tears, your fake apologies.

(Don’t insult me and yourself with your phony love. Never try to fake love or try to pretend it if it's not coming from heart don't fake it)

And then, when I finally stand up for myself, here you come again, whining, crying, manipulating, as if your empty tears will make me forget.

(Tears are really beautiful and precious to me, but when it's used to manipulate others or to cause pain to others. those kind of tears are nothing just bullshit)

Let me set one thing straight—I don’t hold grudges.

I’ll explain myself and try to make you understand once, twice, maybe even three fucking times.

But after that? I’m done. I forgive, but you don't hold the same place in my heart . I won’t trust you again.

I’ll help you if you really need it—because that’s who I am.

But don’t think for a second things will ever be the same.

I’m not your fucking babysitter. I don’t have time to hold the hands of grown-ass adults acting like helpless children.

And when it’s time for support, where the fuck are you?

Running to your loved ones, abandoning the cause.

All that "love" you claim to have for me? Fake as hell.

And if that too wasn't enough

You force me to give you love and respect. It's not something you can get by force and you know me I hate it when people forces me over anything

Even when I have hard evidence, you try to gaslight me, twist the story, manipulate me.

You tell me, “Oh, they didn’t mean it like that.” Or, “You’re just taking it the wrong way.”

In the end, I’m standing alone—and guess what, I don’t mind that.

But seriously, what the fuck do you gain from all your lies?

"Lies are chains; the truth is freedom, no matter how much it hurts."

One day, I’m wrong. The next, you’re using my stories, my experiences, as your shield, twisting my pain to justify your shit.

That’s disgusting.

I don’t need that kind of fake-ass support. Fuck your weak, cowardly nonsense.

"When the truth shines, all shadows of deceit fade away."

And don’t you dare fucking use me for your gain ever again. It’s ironic—your so-called concern is just a façade, a mask to hide your true intentions.

You hide behind false love,

Don’t use my life, my pain, my story, to boost your pathetic little ego.

One day, I’m wrong in your eyes, but when it benefits you, suddenly you’re using my words, my stories, my struggles in your own damn arguments, just to prove a point.

You steal my truth when it’s convenient, but can’t stand by me when I need you? I don’t need that kind of “support.” Fuck your childishness. Don’t you ever use me for your gain. Don’t use my stories, my pain, my situations to prop yourself up. I won’t tolerate it, and I’ll rise up against anyone who dares to hurt me or use me or try to cause me any suffering. I’ll lead a fucking insurrection against those who think they can manipulate or hurt me.

And if you think I’ll just stand by and let it happen you’re out of your damn mind.

"Truth is like fire—it burns away all the illusions."

This isn’t just about fighting back against your lies—it’s about standing up for the truth. This insurrection isn’t just against you, it’s against the entire cycle of deception that surrounds me.

Trust is violated when you try to bend the truth to fit your narrative.

I see through all of it—the way you try to use my pain for your gain. You think you can twist the script to suit you? Not anymore. I refuse to let your manipulation control my life.

"The moment you speak the truth, the world tries to drown you out with lies."Every time you attempt to gaslight me, you reveal your weakness.

You’re afraid of facing your own truths,

so you drag me into your chaos. I’m not here to fix your problems or soothe your insecurities. I’m here to demand respect and authenticity. The insurrection begins now. I will no longer be the silent witness to your deception. I will rise, fiercely and unapologetically.

"When the insurrection begins, the first casualty is the mask you wear."✨ This is your warning—don’t expect me to play along with your games any longer. If you can’t love me honestly, if you can’t stand with me in truth, then don’t expect me to stand by you.( Well I don't stand beside liars or lies )

This insurrection is about reclaiming my voice, my narrative, and my peace.

You may think you can manipulate the situation, but I refuse to be a pawn in your pathetic games. I’ll be the force that shatters your illusions, and I will rise up against anyone who tries to undermine my truth.

Let me spell it out—I don’t give a flying fuck about who you are.

Your gender? Don’t give a shit.

Your skin color? Irrelevant.

Your body shape, your age—whether you’re old, young, skinny, fat, or whatever the hell you identify as—I do not care.

Your nationality? Means absolutely nothing to me.

I will stand against whoever you are, with no hesitation, no second thought

So let’s see how long you can maintain this charade. I’m done playing along. If you can’t support me honestly, if you can’t stand with me in my truth and do not think I am like the kind of lover or relative who will stand with you in your liar no fucking never. I do not keep silence and I do not believe in standing there watching truth getting beaten up by liars.

And those who supports all these liars fucking maintain a distance from me.

The next time you think you can take advantage of me, think again. I am the storm, the insurrection. And I won’t just rise I’ll reign

-elsy 🔥

[elysian-flame]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!

[elysian-flame]

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❤️🔥