confession diary of a caterpillar

Metamorphosis: From Wood to God

Metamorphosis: From Wood to God

the stories
on air, earth, water, fire and sky
that i told you
or
the poems
that got composed on their own
and
you quite so perceived
through your trained volition
were all but secondary

here i confess
at midnight
when
half of the world
which is dumb
is further numbed,
they were excuses
put up redundantly
to redeem my scruples
to inseminate my ego

as a matter of fact
i was running away from myself, not you
i was adding up layers of excuses to obscure the truth
and
that’s what i do
when i fall in love

all i want is to rise
(and love myself more)
even so
that none will surmise

cursed by echo
and chased by nemesis
i am an avatar of narcissus
devoid of charm

yes, i’m unpredictable
maybe
bit touched in the head too
but
i don’t want to die
(as a caterpillar)
without my metamorphosis

will i ever grow wings?
what will i be:
an ugly moth
or a beautiful butterfly?

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who are you?

Illustration

Confused!

flapping the furry wings
and
caressing the bright crest,
you landed by my side
from the big, gray-blue clouds
and
gestured at me to come close

——–
as usual,
i could feel the warmth of your breath
when you whispered
to say-
i had been a stopover only, and nothing more,
in your journey

—-
you
succeeded in confusing me,
completely
—–

with
the scent alien
kathmandu-sky-clouds.jpggestures sui generis
and
manifestation inexplicable,
who are you
by the way?
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