from a caterpillar to a butterfly

What is it with a night? It brings a soothing peace, It calms us with its presence, It claims us in our sleep. What magic is it this night? That we are transformed in its presence. We are not aware and yet we are reborn It gives us hope, it heals our pain. There is something about this thing called night, That changes everything. It puts us to sleep yet creates us within. Releases something and adds so much more. I am grateful for the night, For its presence and embrace.  Through it I am no more. I become one with many. In its arms I surrender, day in and day out. To heal, to reprogram, To reorient, to reinitiate,  To restart a new, me…

  There in my sleep, I was awakened by a dream, A dream in which I asked myself, Do you love me? What a silly question, I said. Of course, I love you! Now, you go back to sleep. I brushed it aside, ready for a deep slumber. But this dream me, persisted. It asked, why do you love me? I replied, why does anyone love? Because they like. Oh, said the me, You love me because you like me? Ah, but what about the times, When I am angry, do you still love me? What about the times when I am sad? Do you still love me? What about the times when I am reckless? Feeling guilty and pity, do you still love me? What about the time when I feel insecure? Do you still love me? What about the times when I did a wrong? Do you still love me? Ah, why this sudden inquisitiveness, Why this sudden urge to know, I wondered? I looked at this dream me with a smile, My heart overflowing, I said. I love you not because you are loving. I love you even when you are angry. I love you not because you are happy. I love...

  Who is God, I was told, God is everything, God is everywhere, God is infinite, God is nothingness. I felt blank and totally lost.  Wondering, What is He? Where is He? Why is He so abstract? I was unable to comprehend Him, I was unable to relate to Him, I was unable to see or understand Him. Lost in this deep mystery called God. I searched, I kept looking, For some explanation, For some sign, For some understanding. It came to me in different forms, In articles I read, In the speeches I heard, But I still craved to understand more… It was then a miracle presented into my life, It came in the form of my Guru, Who held my hand and took me into his lap, Lovingly, patiently He taught me to look, He showed me the God present in music, He showed me the God present in dance, He showed me the God all around in nature, Oh, is this what they meant when they said, God is everywhere, God is in everything? It no longer seemed so abstract, The experience showed me God is here and everywher...

  Over the vast blue sea, That seems to meet the sky, Rises a red and yellow ball, Spreading its glow and shine, Sometimes presenting without a drama, Sometimes peeping from behind the clouds, This golden ball gives us rays and sunshine. Ah, this is nature, What beauty and shine, Shimmering in the water below, Lighting the skies above, It leaves us spellbound, Dissolved in its majestic sight, We lose ourselves to it, Without a blink or a flicker, This is nature, as I have always known, I cherish it deep, in my hearts corner. There it stands, towering and gallant, Romancing the clouds grounded and valiant, Many mysteries and secrets holding in its bosom, It calls to me expectant in anticipation, It takes me through its bends and curves, Each time revealing a tiny part of itself,  I squeal in excitement at the view around, Ah this is nature, So enormous yet so delicate, Lush greenery amidst the color of the earth, Tiny stream flowing between the huge rugged rocks, It is so huge,...

There, in a universe so big and vast, With millions of galaxies and billions of planets, One tiny speck of dust, kept keying away in a Mac, What was it about, what was going on? Oh, was it about a series or a movie? Was it about a learning or a realisation? Was it a prose or a poetry? This tiny speck of dust was a mystery known. Oh wait, who is this cheerful face,  With eyes that sparked joy, With mouth that carried a smile, This tiny speck of dust lit the place bright. Oh, what a wonder to behold and know, An inspiration to some, An enigma to many, This tiny speck of dust was the one for many. A voracious reader, a passionate writer, A casual singer, an amateur cook, A loving spouse and a doting parent, This tiny speck of dust is a multirole wonder. Oh, I can see your brows go up, I can see your eyes squirt, Who in the world is so humble? Yes, you are right, it is I, it is I! Oh, now that you know it is I, And what you know are out of the way, Come let us explore, This tiny speck ...

What is that one thing that turns an adversity into an experience.  What is that one thing that gives us hope and pushes us to hold on.  What is that one thing that watches over us, reassuring. What is that one thing that never leaves us alone, even in our darkest hour. It is a magic that all living things experience, It is a marvel that always fascinates us, It is spectacle that always leaves us spell bound, It is an elixir to all the negative emotions we experience. It brings us together, It gives us a purpose, It drives us with passion, It makes us happy. Every cloud has a silver lining. Every adversity is an experience to go through. Every dark tunnel has light at the end. Every moment is an opportunity to love. Love… The thought of which brings a smile to our face, The thought of which melts our heart, The thought of which is like a warm hug, The thought of which is a reason for happy tears. Love… Love, for life is too short. Love, for the time is just right. Love, for cr...

What does the picture say? The rays of sunlight pierced through the dense forest and fell on a lake. The lake reflected the light, bringing to life the beauty around it. Suddenly there was dancing petals and glittering flowers.  Everything became so magical and beautiful. The forest became something more, a celestial palace... I was this dense forest, with a normal life. A working professional, like thousands around me balancing all the roles of my life. Chasing few dreams and living happy moments every other day. Travelling, reading, writing and growing the way life takes me, flowing with the flow. Everything was good, but there was this one yearning, for a ray of sunlight, for a miracle. One fine day, I had a glimpse of this miracle. It was two blue lines on a testing kit. I was joyful beyond words and filled with gratitude. She was an invisible part of me, not even the size of a mustard seed and yet my life started to revolve around her. Months rolled by, she was demanding, phys...