poetry

Butterfly

Have you ever observed the magic of a butterfly and how the flowers bloom with it’s touch? Let’s experience it through poetry.

The Lines

These soft lemony flowers, bright and fresh, 

This shaded green foliage, a beautiful mesh, 

Attracts this petite aviator of the low skies, 

To share tainted secrets and misconstrued lies, 

To reveal how humans oft distort reality, 

As an attribute of their mortal frailty. 

As I look in awe, 

At these cohorts exhibiting acts of sorcery, 

In a language beyond human glossary.

I wonder, 

Nature has its own way of expression, 

A language beyond human comprehension, 

Which leaves a spray of an illusionary impression,

On the minds clogged by filthy grains of aggression.

I ponder a little and realize, 

Nature calls us in ways innumerable, 

To unfold what’s hidden, in ways unimaginable. 

But we remain deaf to this song of existence, 

Which flows unhindered without any resistance, 

And we turn a blind eye to this divinity’s  dance, 

Missing this very golden chance, 

Of experiencing a zesty trance, 

And relishing this magnificent happenstance.


I smile in joy, 

At this resplendence of knowing, 

The consequence of sowing, 

The seeds of curiousity, 

Which burst into enormity, 

Erasing the darkness of ignorance, 

With it’s revelatory illuminance. 

The butterfly makes the flower, 

Bloom and shine like an earthy star, 

And the flower makes the butterfly glimmer, 

Like a sprinkled florid shimmer. 

Their proximity is a stay so brief,

But the emotions linger on a  belief

That a beautiful blend it is,

Like an everlasting bliss, 

Of an unconditional love, 

So profound and deep, 

Reminding one, 

That distance is left, 

With only feelings to keep, 

As a token of that conjunction,  

Where memories form the foundation, 

And faith, the pillars of affirmation, 

To make this residual life, a marvelous

construction.

BUTTERFLY: FLOWER: NATURE

poetry

Magic and Spirituality Series Poetry Podcast- Let’s Fly

Imagine having wings or angelic powers to fly high and reach the most hidden and deep parts of this limitless universe. What a magical journey it will be. But it is more than that, a spiritual one, that makes one realize this existence of yours is meant to merge with this greater existence. Let’s do this through poetry.

The Lines

Wish I had vibrant wings,

And,

Beautiful soft feathers,

Like a charismatic fluffy bird,

Preparing itself with pride,

After a lengthy pruning session,

To begin a wonderful flight,

To the farthest terrains possible.

Or I can be a crisp winged butterfly,

Born out of a broken cocoon,

Of a caterpillar’s transformation,

A journey towards limitless freedom.

My heart desires,

To be a star-dusted glowing angel,

Resplendent and magical,

Carrying an aura divine.

The desire to make a flight,

To the sights far away,

From the vision of my eyes,

and soar higher and higher,

To the undeciphered darkness,

And make an unfathomable dream,

A fathomable reality.

This incomprehensible vastness,

Of the indigo hued sky,

And those bright twinkling stars,

Making awe-inspiring patterns,

In a myriad puzzling constellation,

Ushers inside me a light of hope,

To solve this labyrinthine,

And unravel the master’s design.

The gigantic milky way,

And the other extra-terrestrials,

Gush inside me a river of joy,

That desires to meet this ocean,

Of the creator’s spectacular phenomena.

And as I witness,

This universe in its entirety,

Flying unhindered,

Through the waves of astonishment,

And humming in a continuum,

Through the undercurrents of ecstasy,

A sense of equanimity enters,

Into my core,

And a blissful thought lingers,

In the depths of my mind,

As I traverse effortless,

These light-years too,

To reach my final terminus,

Where I merge like a silhouette,

And fade away like a mist,

Into this infinity forever.


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Magic: Spirituality: Poetry