So much...So Less---

  So much...

So less..

So less 

    So much--

If I become content...

I am uneasy...

When I am easy..

I am scared!!

My wants are in excess..

and I see shortage..

of time and space--

and yet I never wish--

never wish to settle down for less!

Life is larger...

larger than you think it is---

and my canvas is full of colors..

I can never draw an object---

it's a vivid imagery in my head...

Love...

if you watch closely---

that's the common element---

that we all are searching for---

in our work...

in people we meet...

it's the never ending end...

it's the new beginning!

So much

So less...

So less 

So much!!

You lost the starlight in your eyes

In that space ---everything is possible!

That instance

when you didn't listen to your conscience--

that exists in a parallel alterspace

walking with you 

like your shadow..

That day--

when you felt--

this is what is right--

and you did not caress

the thought in your mind

That spur of a moment--

when you were in love..

and you did not approach..

the one--

because your ego did not let you

hear the music in your heart..

It is that, that very day

that you lost the starlight in your eyes!

Ah Rain!!

And suddenly..

when you hate the creepy feeling--

of sweat--

people fainting--

heat waves--

ineffective air conditioning

glasses of cold water - no respite

Angst on everyone around..

HE bestows you with joyous showers

The Dead Butterfly Collector

time travel---found this in pages!!

I remember--
I was just brushing the dust off..
from old papers--diaries..
Some of the hidden treasures reside in them--
I myself do not dare;
Dare to open them at times--
One such day...
a butterfly fell of my page---


I had given my childhood treasure to somebody...
my collection of butterflies...
I just kept one with me--
At that moment--
it felt right--
To connect to someone--
you give a part of you to them --
in those times--
that was the deepest connection--



Today..
As I see it---
I miss my treasure...
I miss the "Seven" I gave away---
the Eighth is black and dull....


Past told me--never to share in Present!
Present tells me to keep my treasure with myself---
Future --- I don't see it anymore--


I look at the wings...
the delicate black and yellow stripes--
and place my butterfly back;
Safely in the pages--