A butterfly’s guide

Fragrance through the Garden,
Caught several time my pardon.
It is a little new born Butterfly,
Who broke it’s exoskeleton,
Recently.

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It was hanged from number of weeks,
Just above my head,
In tiny balcony of mine.
I used to see  it in those days,
I grew few flower plants for it,
2 white lilies and one Mogra.
I wished it would stay here forever,
As my child and part of mine.
I created few artefacts of flowers,
Decorated windows as garden.
And spread scent to feel home.
Its not been a day it came out,
It gone through all flowers,
And it tried to break glass,
To left my home and to pass.

I forgot its a nature,
Whom I tried to tie,
In my selfish little desire,
But its a nature of new born,
To fly.
Only fragrance could it tie.

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Aashao ke Pankh (The wings of thoughts)

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When tears dance on my shining chicks,

When darkness spreads in my deeper heart,

I ride in the sky wearing wings of thoughts,

Double-alaskan-rainbow

Work what I left behind,

Boundary which I jumped at high,

Combining the both legs and hands,

I dug a larger trench, into

The vast shore, rising up on

Surface of ocean, building my own rope.

Summing up the tides at shore,

Wold I rise like storm?

Or I flow with silent touching the shore?

Keep high,

Keep high,

My brightened eyebrow,

I would fight again, like

Hammer at stroke,

Pinching that ego, what could left behind me,

I gonna be rise with flying at sky wings,

Till the end of universe,

Kissing the face of star, each,

And every that face,

What made me to just left.

Rainbow in a day, after raining heavy,

Will rise like a sun’s first ray,

Filling the voids of galaxy,

Will make my Shining, gloomy, colorful,

Rainbow…

Darkness of heart,

Will come out with my fart,

New flash of this morning,

Will spread with a new laugh,

Like a butterfly,

Dancing picking my heart…

Sadness for moment,

Creating a ‘Hope’,

Forever……………………