A Comeback worth mentioning

May be the post does not match with the basic essence of the blog but since its an extrapolation of an unfinished piece( that little butterfly with substantial dreams)...tried to share with a larger audience at one of the corporate meets...sometimes your vivid thoughts do resonate with the happenings around...both personal and professional..

In a magical land there lived a little butterfly, yellow and shiny her gleam would attract every passerby,

She was one of her kind and wherever she went, she was loved, cherished and adored at the best.

Every day she would hop from one blooming bud to another, stretching her wings, spreading her hues and smearing smiles...

Kids, mothers, elders everyone would be graced by her presence,

 & Evenings would be when the she was awaited the most...

Exasperated kids from school and studies, elder ones from their offices and life’s complexities,

Everyone loved to spend those two minutes with her, relax themselves, while she would give them her astounding embrace..

She was much popular in the hostels  as the touch of her wings was next to a mother’s hug,

She was the midnight best friend for some, a reason to sit together with a crush and a way to spend time with all them loved ones one’s.

But one fine day when she went out for a stroll, she got trapped in a net and was enchained in the shackles of a faraway land,

Everyone craved for her single glance but she was nowhere to be seen,

5 months passed by and she was still missed,

Without her the days became morbid and light less, but the hope to see her back never faded away,

With every passing day the anxieties increased, simultaneously did the faiths and the believes,

She was reverently missed and people prayed for her comeback..

Amidst the adversities she faced , love of everyone kept her safe, since she was true at heart, a saint soul, God helped her to break the trap..

She could hence come back & Embark the journey she was destined to take…

Her Glimpse filled joys back in everyone’s lives, her touch once gain made the gloomy fans Chirpy and energized.

She was now cherished more than ever, her welcome was a source of celebration, she was once again the heartbeat of Raghus...The perfect filling of that Bun Maggi dish which two lovers fondly made..Masala twist for lunching and munching...the Ultimate refuge for bachelors away from their homes,a companion during that biking road trip to Ladakh,kettle Maggi @ 3 in the midnight for those four silly girls.. An ally of that two minute Sutta break during those night shift hours...

When withered hearts bloom again

I saw him yesterday and today too, catching all my attention, making me almost fall in love with his ardor and magnificence. Strangely, I remember myself passing from the same aisle almost every day and never feeling the same. The first time I saw him, I am sure he went completely unnoticed. For subsequent times what I remember of him is he looked dull and like everyone else, I too decided not to give him a second glance. Why should I have  bothered to while even the leaves that once snuggled close to his branches have already left him .He was no more embarked by the presence of those chirpy love birds that once upon a time inhabited his heart. The glance upon him was a portrayal of the abominable lull which clutched him for a real long span.Whenever I passed by him I painted in my mind  picture of a wretched person whose smile has left him indefinitely for now.When I passed by the same tree yesterday, the prettiest of yellow bud fell on me. It seemed that after the period of tranquility it was now his turn to make some beautiful noise. The very next day I saw him getting drenched in the droplets of November Rain. The combination of Green foliage and yellow flowers was making it an altogether mesmerizing view for every passer-by. 

Now wearing its grin back from ear to cheek , standing tall against all odds faced in his past, in full magnificence he smiled back to me. He conveyed me this is what plan of nature is like, for me, for you and everyone else. 

Silent souls are ought to sink themselves in the melody of happiness, once feared emotions are meant to surface up back ,broken people are suppose to fall in back in love once more and above everything withered hearts are destined to bloom again….