There was once a caterpillar in my hand. So beautiful amazing n precious to me. I thought I owned it inside my palm and never realized when it turned into to a butterfly. It wanted freedom, it wanted a life. It came to know of those gardens and forests filled with many flowers and varieties of nectars which could never be experinced if it was with me. I was naive and I was blind. One day, I opened my palm and asked "why are you struggling when all I doi is to protect, love and care for you". It looked at me and flew away without a word. I waited and waited and waited a little more looking at the beautiful gardens and forests filled with flowers in far away lands, hoping and praying it would remember the path back to my hut. But that never happened. I remembered the quote - 'let it go if it comes back it is yours and if it doesn't it never was at the first place'. Well I let it go and it proved me that it never was mine.
To fall in love with a butterfly I had to turn into a flower - stable, beautiful, lovely, grounded back at home waiting with sweet nectar forever. I was not a flower but a girl who loved the caterpillar and not the butterfly. I am just a girl with the heart waiting for it to touch my palm, waiting for that one (my) BUTTERFLY'S LOVE.
No comments:
Post a Comment