Monday, October 06, 2008

Butterfly


Sketched this at work today. Am adding this lil juvenile-sort of a poem titled 'Butterfly' that I wrote more than 3 years ago.


















Here it goes:

She’s raw,
She's so true


She’ll wriggle,
Out of her cocoon


She’ll grow her wings,
She’ll be beautiful


She’ll flap her wings,
And break through.


This sketch and the poem take me back in time and I am reminded of all the numerous experiences that stirred me up enough to create a certain kind of chaos that eventually led/is leading to a spill-out of much that was/has been in excess and gave/is giving way for some new.

The journey forward feels beautiful now! Cause am also begining to adopt and love the new:-)