Butterflies

All that is necessary  to bloom,

is already cocooned within our own selves.

No words or actions of others,

Can stop us from metamorphosing,

into butterflies.

Waiting...

Waiting eagerly for the calm to return.
For it to engulf us in its security.
In a tight embrace, dispersing any doubts
or sickness.

Waiting for the Earth to finish healing itself.
And give us another chance.
For the darkness to be lifted from our lives
Letting in sunlight.

Waiting to breathe again without the masks.
Travel again without fear.
Hug a loved one, shake hands with a firm grip.
Waiting patiently for life to return, as we knew it.

           
                Photo Credits Go To Meenakshi Bakhshi

Gold in the Ganges

A friend of mine, while visiting Varanasi, was posting photos on Instagram.She was telling many stories through her pictures. I happened to borrow  one of her stories and a picture.



Little girl always drew rivers, with the Sun rising in the East.
She drew boats sailing, fishermen rowing, not worried in the least.

Painted pictures but by imagination, used reds and yellows.
Blues of the water, boats always black, in the shadows.

Grew up, restless, looking for calm.
Travel seemed to her like balm.

Wanderlust pulling and pushing.
Mighty rivers always calling, inviting.

So..which legend to cruise on, better than the Ganges?
Capturing childhood paintings in real life,
with strokes of melted gold in the Ganges.

Photo Credits Go To Ruchira Asthana.