The Story-II

Butterfly, a beautiful and delicate being, has a change hidden in her. You can sit at a distance and watch her, but it flies when you approach he. Whenever I tried to approach her, an instant thought tornado erodes my open mind like a hurricane sweeps the grasslands. All that is left is the memory of watching her, facing the sun and silently praying.

I loved the act of silently smiling within, content with what I see. Turn around and wave your hand to no one in the sky. Spread you hands and jump to the highest you can.

She didn’t notice me, nor did I ever try to make myself notice.

But, then one day it occurred to me, somewhere hidden in my consciousness, a little boy who talked to her. I dream of that boy. The only one, from whom the butterfly didn’t move away. He had those similar shining eyes, and small hands that he kept crossed while standing beside her, on the bridge.

She talked and the boy listened, she speaks and the boy looked at her eyes. The real satisfaction is seen in the eyes of the little fellow, like an angle he stands there, slowly blinking and with a very fulfilled smile on his face.

Days passed, and the season changed. It doesn’t take much to get addicted to something you believe has an attachment within. And thus, slowly and gradually, I found the space that boy required, in my mind, deep within the heart, and part of my soul; he had it all.

He is the one whom the butterfly wasn’t afraid, or rather I should say he was the one not afraid of the storm waiting there, beyond the almighty silence.

The one, who called him self the dreamer, said he was never alone. When someone asked him about how is that he lives; with all those characters in his mind, with all those mixed temptations, he said he has finally found the one thing in his life. Yes, the thing you can live your life for.

Amen.

Your Socius.

The Story – I

Once upon a time there was a cute, simple and innocent girl in the neighborhood. She was of the ‘in herself’ kind. Thus, Most of the time involved with her, she was more of a mystery to people around. Her eyes were filled with freedom and at the same time with secrecy.

No one ever noticed her once her family settled. They were all simple and cooperative people, who believed in social living. But the girl was different. She had the shine that didn’t require any more polishing. She was free and independent as a butterfly.

I often found her staring to the beautiful lake. Blank, unending and calm as ever. The bright sunshine falling on the lake, the cool breeze blowing, and the green leaves all over the place. As though she had all the energy absorbed into her, leaving the place serene and tranquilized. Some days like this, it was more pleasure to watch her than that always good looking lake.

You would find her questioning the world; silently but firmly. While we stay at a place where everyone wants to take us away from the reality and stop asking questions; she has created a world of her own that asks for blessings and goodness. The reality, it seems likes to stay away from her. Alas, she believed in it.

We, i.e., my mind, soul and heart often get into discussion of her. The images all three had, of her, had been more or less contradicting. Mind being jealous of her, for being so free, uncaring of the world. The beautiful life she had because she was not interested what people think. The heart was slowly and gradually, appreciating and liking the act of watching her silently standing on the bridge with arms wide open. Her heart was so transparent, with as though nothing hidden in it. While my dear soul, was just busy remembering.

And thus the sacred journey started. To find the truth, the reality, the life, my time.  Just keep following the butterfly.

Amen.

Your Socius.