Let them glow

In my childhood, one of the most fascinating sights for me at night were fireflies or jugnu. We lived in a small city, with lush greenery. Verdant hedges were inhabited by butterflies, dragonflies, grasshoppers, reptiles, including sun-basking chameleons, and a million critters like centipede. These dense, dark bushes would glow with fireflies and the night would fill with crickets chirping in harmony.

As is usually done to amuse children, we were shown how to capture fireflies in match boxes. Of course, they stopped glowing in captivity. For me, this has been a resounding motif that speaks about not interfering with the nature of things.

Our human temperament demands us to be in control and be masters of everything we find attractive, charming, and beautiful. However, wisdom lies in letting go.

We cannot own and master everything. We cannot and should not attempt to capture every fascinating thought, concept, object, or being. We cannot always work against destiny. Sometimes we have to trust the process. Most importantly, we have to leave Nature, and the fireflies, alone. The dragon flies, too, for they are not tiny helicopters to capture and play with!

The following lines are inspired by these musings and fond longing for fireflies.

Firefly storms convey
Sheer brilliance of
Powerful strobes
Coloring musky nights
A million sparkles
Glimmers of hope
Let them dance, float
Don’t touch them yet
Don’t stop the trail
Just let them glow
Let them lead the way

Published by Aneesha Shewani

I am just ME … a soul streaming across constellations, over eons of turbulent changes and tranquil noises, perturbed by the visions that engulf me and ruffled by the oft complacence that challenges the change. Yet, I must travel further across the galaxies, in search of the ultimate metamorphosis. Until then, I sojourn in this life, engrossed in my earthly callings of a wife, mother, professional, writer, dreamer, and seeker. On this blog you will find a spectrum of fiction, poetry, reviews, thoughts, snippets, inspiration, experiences, voices, concerns, excerpts, and everything that the soul has gathered in her fold, over years of reading, searching, finding, losing, and discovering. I regularly indulge in various creative pursuits, like crochet, experimental cooking, reading, and writing, and I hold a managerial/editorial role in a financial services organization with a global footprint. For a long time, social media hijacked my personal writing space, as I was sharing more on Facebook and writing Tweet-sized poetry on Twitter. Social media is instant but temporary gratification. Ultimately, a writer needs their own space, and personal blogging provides that space. I had started a blog more than a decade ago but all things need to be infused with new life, emerge in a new avatar, and so it is with my new blog space. Let your love and encouragement pour into Blue Pen Strokes. Check out Aneesha Shewani (@felinemusings) 

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