A Caterpillar In Disguise

Look around for a while

We observe a caterpillar right by our side

Like those who tend to rise 

To the euphoria of the blue red skies

From the chrysalis of mortality 

That can ever come by

Transpire out the pinion of the fairy butterflies,

Through the blind spot of our darkest vines

Shines bright to make us realize

To break free of those shackles 

Which keeps us behind 

Engulfed by curtains to keep us in aisle

To embrace those cognated souls of grime

That makes us fall for allure and Devine.

Raises a question in million minds

Can we ever move past our deepest fear,

To explore the skies of eternity & beyond??

Black and fleecy

Caterpillar in a scurry,

To prey on shady mulberry leaves,

Or hide for a while,

To mock a bunch of birds who pass by,

In order to survive those spotless nights,

In order to spin and die,

To live again a butterfly.

But, one thing which hits those bizarre minds,

Where we are leading our vivacity as a camouflage,

To endure our biggest lies,

So that we can stash those unseen faces,

To undergo a life as a caterpillar in disguise.