The black butterfly

As the sun finally gasps, before settling in the orange bay; the darkness creeps in stealing all the colors of the day. With timid eyes rise the creatures of the night; silently fluttering, makes its way, ‘the black butterfly‘. The world, surreal to her, cast under the blanket of sorrow; dazzled with darkness, she looks for…

Dancing in the dark

(Painting ‘Incomplete Dance’ by Medha Pandey)   Why should I see you? When in my eyes, you didn’t find yourself. I was your mirror, still, in me, you seemed like someone else. I walk in darkness now, for your light left me blind. Thorns do kiss my feet, but the pain never finds it. Why should…

The black butterfly-Excerpt

The butterfly, once again, mystified by the actors of the night; awaiting the sun to put a shadow on their perpetual fights. Source: The black butterfly