The story of life,
is a work in progress,
Success or strife,
You're allowed to digress
to walk past prophecies
in concentric circles
rousing doubts and curiosities,
possessing a gait so clueless
professing in a tempo unheard,
so damn out of tune,
on feet that are back-turned
and eyes that are fixed-forward
till there is an impassé,
raging into internal conflicts!
In an anticlimax of epical proportions
whence you shed the cocoon
of a sheltered existence, impassive,
then digest that ignorance to transform,
morph into a butterfly, best at flight,
intimate with the undercurrents
inside the eye of a storm,
we have christened 'life'
with its fickle heart and mind!
The butterfly flutters its wings,
all the skin it had shed before ,
lurch away like apparitions overcast,
full of drained out colours
displaying motions of emotions
long past their shelf-life!
Among those pieces of torn skin
you come across doppelgangers,
ghosts haunting all that might have been,
a feminist disguised as a witch,
uninvited beasts and knights
in the castle you had made your own,
sheroes of the premium pedigree,
bards with bravehearts and
a river flowing through the years !
From bygones into the future further,
the river seeps with water deep,
where you will meet the one destined
in the glory of its enlightened waters,
Hastely you fly down to the river bed,
your tiny wings made watery waves
and those ripples created eddies,
from within eddies came whirlpools who sired one whittling whirlwind !
But unlike what you had expected;
that wind calls to you softly,
in a voice so serene, so sure of itself,
your mighty being is shook,
your steps stagger in shock,
upon hearing what it is says,
It whispers in an ethereal tongue,
Finally, you've arrived,
I was waiting around
for what seems like a millenia!
There is love and adoration,
conspicuous, in that honest sound!
And slowly you smile that rare smile
that comes from within your heart, realising it's always your own image reflected in the water floating through
time and space, and seen upon
the see through mirror of destiny,
Because that sound you heard
is your own, reverberating from
your higher self, residing within.