The butterfly

I have a corner seat in my office where I can lift the blinds from the tall glass window and glance outside. When I am writing and can’t find the right word or tone, or even mood, I just gaze outside or stand next to the glass trying to capture inspiration from a tiny piece of concrete- ensnared Universe.

When I lifted the blinds this morning, I saw a yellow butterfly in a small manicured green patch. Throughout the day I shivered in the office air conditioning while admiring the blue sky and the cotton candy clouds, imagining it to be a pleasant winter morning. The truth is after a week of regular Monsoon rainfall, the sun was back with vengeance. The washed sunlight was extremely harsh outside. I felt sad for the yellow helmet-clad cleaning and construction guys. Somehow, their work never seems to end.

The sun beat down upon them as they shoveled through their assigned chores. I wonder if they saw the butterfly, or the sky, or the white cloud drifting by. All I could do was sigh, return to my desk to work, and pay my taxes so that the world still goes around, and there is always a patch of grass that needs to be manicured. Such is life!

Fate lines

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If I could count
The delicate lines
Offshoots and roots
Hidden in my palms;
Marking the map
Of my destiny
I may comprehend,
The forks and breaks
That twist of my fate
Conspiring to create
Hard wins and fails
In this medley of life
On a rollercoaster ride

Life

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I traced the jagged edges
Their warmth tingling
My ruddy fingertips
They didn’t seem strange
These mountains and ridges
I ran along them
All my rugged life
The ups and downs
Made up the landscape
Where I survived
With the wind in my hair
Hope in my stride

Allure

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With eyes like diamonds
And a sprinkling of gold dust
Adorning her eyelids
A dance of jeweled splendor
A tango, a salsa, not a misstep
A gaze to mesmerize into
The vortex of a constellation
Where each star conveys
Of my destiny interlocked
With hers, captivated, plundered
The allure of her iridescence
Dense yet brittle, all at once

Stones

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I tore the sky apart
To capture the stars
In my calloused palms
They lost their shimmer
Lay in silence
Without a glimmer
No joy, no shine, no sparks
Far away from home
In a place so forlorn,
Against their will
Without a wish
Even stars became stones

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