Life: A butterfly’s journey.

Aim at the sky
Reach out for the sun
Break off the shell
Fly out of the cocoon
Adapt to survive,
or you can bow
Said many,
yet none taught how?

Journey to a butterfly was a steep curve,
He did not know.
The path he walked long through,
demanded him to run, hop and leap to grow.

The world that he thought was warm,
turned out to be cold and aloof.

In a blink
even before he realised,
he was out, Out of his shell
Dangling into the reality of life.

Ready; maybe, maybe not,
For it did not matter,
the warmth, the comfort was now gone,
In a nutshell, his future summarized itself,
in a mere of two choices;
Survive and procure an identity,
Or to bow and be lost in oblivion.

To be lost seemed a convenient choice,
for it was easy
And mostly to anyone it did not matter,
Except for his rebellious soul
that always bowed;
out of respect yet never for misery.

In that micro moment of enlightenment,
he knew he was no mediocre
not the one to be lost in the oblivion
But the one to fly closest to the sun.
So as he did, he had what was needed
the wings and the fire,
the reason and the will to take him higher.
He leapt on to touch the sun,
didn’t reach it, different to none
Yet not similar
For now he knew how to fly,
Fly out in the open
With no attached ties
And infinite chances to reach out to the limits of sky.