How do you come to accept
What you thought was the sun
Was really just a distant flame?
The warmth you felt
The light you saw
Wasn't real
Had you even felt warmth to begin with?
Seen light to come to such a conclusion?

I'd always used to prance in that light
Waltz and lay in its warmth
But when I realised it wasn't what I wanted
It wouldn't satisfy me like it used to

What is it like to stand in the sun's rays?
Have it pierce the deepest core of your heart?
Would the world around you need to change?
Or would you need to be out of it...

Floating, sinking
Reaching, receding
Closing my eyes
Wishing for
The warmth of the Sun
To reach the depths of my heart and
Emit a glow from within

Butterfly

Pigmented and fragile they seem.
Beautifully they fly teem.
Transformed from caterpillars,
they are the patience pillars.

They can compete with sunshine,
they can defeat the rainbow shine.
They are the princesses of flight,
they are hard to catch in the sky.

They are buttered and buffered,
they are colorfully painted.
They have crossed various phases,
and they are called metamorphosis.

Attractive, alluring,
radiant, and reckless.
With the arduousness and plushness,
they are elegant mobile entertainers.

Dr.Marysuresh

tired of hearing talk of
butterflies       are tired
of their wings being the
object of one’s affection
and we are one          to
talk          about the skin
that dress souls like gar-
ments that we peel off
at the end of a long day
we are raw and naked
and who to see us if not
just curtains &  hollow
bathtubs               filled
with aching spines that
carry heavy souls        and
what’s the point if nobody
asks to look inside anyway?          
tired of talk of skin and form
there is so much more to see    

just ask about
metamorphosis

I craved intimacy, thought your hand on me would free me
I thought that if you embraced my waist, all my tears would fade
I thought pain and shame would be buried in my adoration of you
But little did I know love is a scary thing and I subconsciously ran before it caved in too
So this cycle I perpetuate leaves me in a constant state of disarray
I can't decide which fear controls me inside but I do recognize I need to change the ties
Like a spider creeping on my back, my cat appears with love
Rubbing her head against everything craving my attention indefinitely
The eyes closed, so close, the love I have been craving
So I give the love I been craving to my baby and she returns it to me
Suddenly the act of loving unconditionally is no longer foreign to me

Until today I have never fallen for anyone,
but today it feels like he is the only one.

I can't stop thinking about the guy I met today,
when I saw him I couldn't take my eyes away.

When I saw him my heart skipped a beat,
and I didn't know when was the next time I am gonna meet.

The moment I looked into his eyes,
it felt like we were surrounded by all butterflies.

Now when i think of him I get distracted,
Don't know if it's love or I'm just attracted.