Following the trail of the Butterflies...

I roam freely in the fields of golden grains,

The Sun shines brightly behind the shoulders’ of the mountains

A swarm of butterflies dance to the tune of the northeastern winds

I witness the graceful tap of those tiny wings;

The opening and closing of a universe full of secrets.

Wings like soft petals of heavenly flowers,

Wings full of colours and stories,

Turning into a kaleidoscope of my life…

Where do they come from?

Where do they go?

Theirs is a relentless search of beauty

Just like the dream, I chase on my two feet…

Making their way through the dense forests,

They carry the pulse of the wild and the mysterious.

Once they reach the gardens of daffodils,

Their souls blend in with the mood of the season.

I look around

I don’t see them anymore

Suddenly it’s winter,

Fields clad in thick foam of white snow

I close my eyes, a world moves inside me

I open my eyes to the scene of wings fluttering out of a cocoon

And it’s spring once again...

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I felt infinite...

I sit here silently, 

Happy with what I have 

And letting go of what stood beyond me. 

The colours of nature enter my soul through my eyes, 

And in that moment,

I felt infinite...

Those are my trips...

When I was away, yet here.
My body, mind and soul scattered around the world.
I was listening, or maybe not.
The conversations went on with my hmmms
I was somewhere, yet nowhere in particular

The mind flaps her wings and takes me away.
Being there at two places at the same time,
Those are my trips ...

That's when we were free...

When we laughed without a care in the world, 
Our masks let gone of; 
All our fears vanished into the thin air.
That's when we actually met, 
That's when we were free...

The Young & The Wild...

You wander like a nomad in your youth. You follow the wind, see seasons change...
And then, marvel at nature's secrets.
They tell you to stick to the lines,
But you're quite the mischievous hopper, aren't you?

With the heart of a wild child,
You laugh at all those falls.
Even with the pain, you muster up some courage.

Perhaps, the boundaries are meant to protect
But the world beyond fascinates you...

You create your own directions, The walls can't hold you back.

Hope surprises you.

Hope is like a solitary leaf dancing with the wind,
Flying freely and carelessly...
Sometimes, you're almost certain that she'll fall flat on her face..
And that's when she surprises you.

Sometimes, I wonder...

Woke up to the call of a dull afternoon,

An afternoon in the plains,

While, my heart yearned for the hills

As I looked outside my window,

A tender fall of a raindrop catches my eye.

Like a scene from a half dreamt dream;

Like a poem in the making,

It speaks…

With a still gaze, I try to soak it all in

The assortment of greens, reds and pinks in my garden,

A solitary white flower blooming in the wind,

Birds chirping one at a time, occasionally joining into a duet

The fading in and out sound of a hovering airplane,

Adding that tint of urban culture to this isolated fancy world of mine…

This single moment,

A union of so many voices;

The coming together of so many stories...

Yes, this ordinary life.

A coexistence of worlds that run in parallel

With or without, our knowing

Sometimes, I wonder…

Don’t you wonder too?

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