Saturday, March 28, 2009

The Butterfly Speaks

Butterfly (B): ummm.... Hello, sir.
Lunatic (L) : Hello? Are you talking to me?
B: There's no one else here. Who else would I talk to?
L(pointing towards his shadow): There's him.
B: Speaking to you is speaking to him, I suppose.
L: Not always. But go on?
B: Well... you haven't moved in a long while... and you come here often... so I just thought I'll just check if everything's ok. Sorry if I bothered you.
L: Oh, no problem. He says I should move around more, too. I was, in fact, trying to study you.
Shadow (S) : You fool! You do not say that to somebody's face!
B: Study me? What do you mean?
L: Well... the way you fly doesn't seem to have any pattern...
B: That's true. It doesn't have a pattern.
L: But it must.
B: Find an algorithm for the flowers that smell the sweetest, in descending order, add to it the direction of wind that makes it the easiest to fly, and the leaves that look the greenest. Then you may have a clue. But it still won't be perfect because you'll have to add my mood, and that really has no pattern.
L: You like being a riddle?
B: I just like being me. It's you who make a riddle out of it.
L: Don't take offense, please.
B: I don't like being studied. Goodbye.
S: I told you not to!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Lunatic's Shadow

Shadow (S): Move a little, please. I'm tired of staying in the same spot so long.

Lunatic(L): I'm glad that you're tied to me, or you wouldnt have stayed still for a minute.

S: And why should I? Light has the freedom to flicker and sway, but darkness needs to stay put?

L: I promise if I can, at any point of time, set you free, I will.

S: And I still wouldn't leave, you fool. I just like to complain - I actually like things the way they are.

L: I'm still because I wanted to watch the Butterfly.

S: Uff! You do that every day. Don't you know that's the reason why you're called the Lunatic?? Nobody thinks she's worth caring for. There are thousands like her, and they live peacefully, without the need for people like you watching her.

L: I know she doesn't need a spectator. I know she's not particularly beautiful. But I can't keep my eyes of the way she moves, so erratically, flower to flower. There must be a pattern- there are patterns everywhere, you see? I'm interested in finding out a pattern to that chaos.That's the only interesting thing.

S: Hmmm. Maybe it isn't something that can be solved.

L: Everything can be solved.

S:What if you DO solve it? What would you do to while away your hours then?

L: Another day, another problem, my friend. That's one thing there's always plenty of.

Monday, March 2, 2009

The Butterfly

I'm fragile.I won't be caught easily by your eager little fingers. But if I'm trapped, it's entirely up to you... kill me, or release me and remember me by the soft powder I leave on your fingers.If you truly want friendship, get some flowers out. Catching me won't work. I might be helpless in your fingers but these tender wings have survived hailstroms when I was on my own. I'm the strongest when I have my freedom. And even with my faults, I'm beautiful.