Butterfly

She crawls, weary underneath the night skies
As she contains an ocean of tears in her eyes.
Perhaps with time, she has forgotten how to dream
For she’s expected to conceal her every scream.

She grovels as destiny rips her happiness apart
& her shriveled hopes make her bleed in her heart.
Every day she silently dies a new death
While melancholy dribbles in her every breath.

Others can’t comprehend her heart’s mystic treasure
Seeing her helpless, they attain sadistic pleasure.
But she has merely just fallen on her feet
She is scarred, but she hasn’t accepted her defeat.

She weaves a silk cocoon around her wounded skin
Ignoring the naysayers, she ignites a revolution within.
Although her life has been depressing and tragic
But now her soul triggers divine magic.

Her metamorphosis rages like steroids in her veins
She breaks her cocoon’s confining constrains.
Perhaps about her agony, we shall never know
As she evolves, her sufferings, she chooses to outgrow.

The moon blushes & a nightingale melodiously sings
As in the dark, she expands her colorful wings.
As the angel of the night, she emerges out of her shell
& she glides gently sprinkling her seraphic spell.

Life may have smothered her every innocent desire
But nothing could ever extinguish her inner fire.
Inevitably, from a caterpillar, she transformed into a butterfly
For she wasn’t always meant to crawl, she was born to fly.

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This poem is inspired by a dear friend of mine, who sadly is going through some emotional turmoil. I further extend this dedication to all the females who may have gone through/ are currently going through an emotional struggle. The situation & the society may have caused agony to you but I sincerely hope my words can encourage you to discover the beautiful butterfly in your heart that yearns to fly. You aren’t meant to helplessly crawl in life forever, you are born to fly. ❀

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51 thoughts on “Butterfly

  1. You know what it’s looking like each and every single phrase is depicting the heavy burdens on my heart, the tragedies, and miseries which I am bearing… it’s too much relatable and you know what how beautifully you give hope to the sad soul in this poem it’s such a glorious piece of art. .. Here every word is magnificent and featuring how lost souls run to save them from their own elegant and bruised thoughts…this is very close to my heart..its the precious writeup I have ever read. ..thank you so much for sharing this…thanks a lot…you’re a gem friend…may Allah always give you more power to portray your emotions in this beautiful lyrical way…πŸ’™πŸ’œβ€β€β€πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŒΈπŸŒΈπŸŒΈ

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  2. This is really relatable to many women in our society for so many different reasons. It is beautifully written Sidharth. What a kind gift of support for your friend. Love πŸ’• you Joni

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  3. Beautiful… The metaphor in the poem is just indescribable… Hope people understand and realise what they do… at the same time, the positivity of the poem will help every lady, to rise up and fly…

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  4. Beautiful poem Sid ❀ The poetic images and positivity your poem reflects is stunning πŸ™‚
    “Inevitably, from a caterpillar, she transformed into a butterfly
    For she wasn’t always meant to crawl, she was born to fly.” This is for every girl who wishes to fly ❀

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  5. Beautifully powerful insights from a crawling caterpillar to a flying butterfly. Jeez, I need to reread your lovely poem all over again, Sidharth. This is a great homage to freedom despite all evils not just the caterpillar-butterfly needs to overcome, but us, human animals, in order to achieve a greater freedom even though our human nature implies conditioned freedom where we can only acquire a bit more of it.

    This is one of my favorite stanzas of your poem:

    “She weaves a silk cocoon around her wounded skin
    Ignoring the naysayers, she ignites a revolution within.
    Although her life has been depressing and tragic
    But now her soul triggers divine magic.”

    And now I want to share with you a post of an artist-writer who is a great friend of mine, Mario Savioni. He is a far better writer than myself and, like you, an awesome writer. Unfortunately, almost no one pays attention to his blog or sends comments to him. I think Mario’s lines are a fierce defense of feminism understood not as women superiority over men (Jeez, no gender is superior to any other!), but as a manifesto for gender equality and equity criticising the evils of Capitalism as well:

    β€œShe is almost always concerned with how she looks. She engages in meaningless banter with her best friends in open-air venues, and she never quite connects with his eyes but expects him to see her and to engage her and this is all that is going on against the backdrop of capitalism, a male construct, supported by women to rise above other men by enslaving them too, to keep tabs on their growth and competitiveness.

    No, if women want to be free, they have to fight this greed and fear. The sense of scarcity causes men to take what does not belong to them. They have nothing else but the occasional stray broken from some relationship that revealed dependency and thus ugly truth.”

    Taken from: https://savioni.wordpress.com/2013/06/21/i-am-a-paragraph/

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    1. Thank you I’m glad my words could captivate your imagination. Thanks also for sharing about your friend I’ll look forward to reading his blog post over the weekend and will provide a feedback accordingly. πŸ˜ŠπŸ™

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      1. Aw, thank you so much, Sidharth. Mario’s blog is more important to me than even my own humble posts. He so deserves attention. I am sure you will love his writing. πŸ˜ŠπŸ™

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      1. Absolutely! Thank you for the invite. Any specific post of yours that you suggest I should read? Something like a must read on your blog that is emotionally quite close to you?

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      2. Memories, My Past Lovers, Reaper, and An Ode to Myself in the poetry category. For short stories, there’s only two, but Ophidian Disorder is extremely close to heart. Thank you! That means a lot!

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