Butterfly

Flitting from one profound collision to next, 

all so effortlessly, 

Should one not falter for a moment

from the impact of the first?

Or is the second concussion

the fumbling attempt to grasp the first one?

This fumbling, faltering and flitting

seems to make life; 

Sometimes oh! so worthwhile. 

And sometimes yet, so chaotic. 

As I try to unscramble the pandemonium each day, 

I chance upon purity and sheer beauty

that can take me from 

chaotic comprehension 

to planes of sublime emotion like

Songs that move me to tears of joy

Amid all this swooshing and crashing.

That is what I want. 

Someone to share all this with. 

That is what I want.

To traverse emotions and thoughts together

through an event or a non-event. 

That is what I want. 

To feel the joy of discovering someone else

who feels as crazily about anything and something. 

That is what I want. 

To feel fear, insecurity, uncertainty, 

and consequently, solidarity.

That is what I want. 

To challenge and stimulate

and have that reciprocated. 

That is what I want. 

To share this chaos in my head

and be in the eye of someone else's tornado. 

That is what I want. 

To be alive with someone. 

That is what I want. 

For someone to want with me!

That is what I want.

To have fleets of kairos.

And flit effortlessly

from one profound collision to the next.


Credit for the Title: Arjun Dutta :)