Trapped

Today, a grey and red spotted moth got trapped in a gap between the glass and the mesh section of my window frame.

I tried to help but there’s no way I can without breaking the glass or cutting open the mesh. I sit down and wonder where the moth must have entered from. Then, I notice a slight opening outside, near the upper edge of the window. I feel relieved because there’s hope for the moth to escape. All it needs to do now is find its way, go back to the opening, and fly away. But sadly, all it seems to do is walk farther away from the opening, or fly and hit itself against the glass pane, and fall down. Sigh!

While I watch this little moth try helplessly, I get reminded of the story of The King and the Spider. I sit by the window and narrate this story to the moth of how the spider never gives up and continues trying until it succeeds. Just to give the moth some company and a few words of inspiration. Slowly, the moth starts moving towards the center of the frame. It gets closer to the edge but again suddenly decides to fly straight towards the glass. Another fall! “Now, why would you do that? Stop flying and go towards the corner where you entered from.”, I say but the little one does not listen to me.

Thankfully, it gets up again and continues walking. It walks multiple times over the same path, starts flying, and falls down. Poor thing continues trying, sometimes it is super close to the opening but it mindlessly walks away or flies only to fall back down again. Now, I am not sure about the moth but I give up. I cannot watch the moth struggle to find a way out of its own trap.

Sometimes, we create these kind of traps for ourselves in our lives due to bad decisions or sometimes unfortunate circumstances make us feel trapped with no way out. What’s important is that the moth did not give up even when the end was near, it did not stop trying. I guess when we stop trying, we stop being alive. So, let’s hold on to dear life.

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Longing

I am sorry, I was away.

When I arrive,

I will search in your eyes

for longing and desire.

I guess,

you would miss me.

 

When I arrived,

 You never turned my way.

Or look towards me.

You even failed to realize,

I was away. 

 

I am standing by your side.

With longing and love in my eyes

Hoping, one day you’ll turn my way.

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If only..

Day 28

If only the mind had simple thoughts

Then life wouldn’t be in a troublesome state of affairs.

The greed and desires are many

They never seem to come to an end.

Utter helplessness leads to a fear

Of being consumed

by yet another cloud of dark sadness.

Forlorn

Day 21

It’s hard to smile.

A feeling of emptiness.

Tears gather to the eyes.

An unknown fear.

There’s something amiss.

I cannot put my finger on it.

A dark night of the soul.

Feeling Low

Day 4

Everyday is a new story

A different mood latching onto you.

Today is one of those miserable days

Where you don’t feel good about anything.

You just want to break down

and weep out loud.

Look up at the walls

and hold back those tears from falling down.

Guess it’s okay to feel sad and weak

Now and then

It is just a boo day,

Tomorrow I will be better again.