Worthless Butterfly

My wings, can you see how lovely they are? They were yours in days of yore. But, you let them fly -- fly away from your sapphire sky.

In the silence of a sad, weakening morning, I find myself inside the four corners of a lonely room, busy doing nothing. The only light I have is the one coming from the sun, no other face of hope is present. The room remains cold and dark despite it. But, I believe, I shall cherish this. The morning light is a blessing that everyone must relish.

With heaven's grace, sitting by the window, I smile as I look at the clouds wandering along the endless heaven. In spite of waking up in the bed of profound swizz and obfuscating thoughts, I will face the world without a trace of pain in my eyes the moment I go out. I should learn to feign and conceal the fact that without him, I cannot live fain.

His eyes are the most precious of all the stars. His voice is the only music I that want to hear. His smile is sweet and glittering. But when i deciphered the reason behind that smile, I got hurt.

The bitterness in me is something that is too hard to bear. I did try to save the mirth but I failed to stop it from leaving. Now, all that I have is the fact that my affection for him is surfeit. Inside his heart, I know, I do not fit.

I still remember the days when a possibility exists, when there is a hope that tomorrow could be ours. My faith was strong and real then. But, today as the last few leaves are slowly falling in front of me, all I can vide is a bleeding gash. Now, what beleaguers my life is the ilk of loneliness that nobody else but me could discern.

Crumbled in pieces, my heart is now in tiny shreds. However, though I resent this forest so much, I will still continue to wander around this place. Instead of searching for a way out of here, I would just enjoy this sojourn. Happiness often lies around the corner of the spot where you mourn.

I am frail, broken and windswept. My wings? Yes, they are lovely and they were yours in days of yore but you let them fly.

Yes, I did fly away from your sky. But, you know what? I fell.

I am nil but a creeping insect now -- and I will continue to creep until God finished fixing my wings. Someday, you will see me flying again.

[November 2012]