In her early twenties,
is a young woman,
flying high, exploring the world.
She is highly successful,
and has all the things
that anybody could ever want
in the eyes of people around her.
Just like a kite,
she flies around,
exploring the boundaries,
testing the boundaries,
experiencing both flight and downfall.
Wait a sec!
Her semblance to an airplane,
is far greater than to a kite,
for she lifts people up with her,
just like the plane.
When she finds a person,
drowning in misery,
she listens patiently
to their every whim,
and gives a different view,
sharing a part of her own life story,
giving a piece of herself,
so they can change and sour high,
befriending them all.
Her circle of friends grows
bigger and bigger everyday.
Though her love for all remain unchanged,
she forgets the names of some,
after all she isn’t a memory machine.
Now when so many love her for all she is,
she is surrounded by hungry, envious foxes,
ready to claim all that is hers,
wishing to be all that she is,
trying to paint her beautiful days black.
All around her,
she can smell the aroma of
jealousy and greed of the foxes in air.
Wherever she sets a foot,
whatever dreams she has,
the foxes try to put on her shoes,
invading her private life.
They claw at her every day,
piercing her mind with mindless questions.
Every 10 steps she takes,
there is a fox waiting,
bombarding her with questions.
As wary as she is,
she still shows them the path
and answers their questions.
There are some obnoxious foxes,
who demand that she gives answers then and there.
She merely says she has already told
the story so many times that day,
some other time perhaps.
To which some obnoxious foxes keep nagging
and finally say,
“But you WILL HAVE to tell one day!”
The foxes, somehow, seem to think,
it is their birthright to know
everything that she does,
every footstep she takes,
every new art she learns.
Luckily when she was attacked everyday,
when she had forgotten the bliss of life,
when she was dying every day,
when she was on the edge of losing herself,
she by the gift of lord,
met a bunch of people, shining with brilliance,
who showed her the beauty of life.
They taught her to live and give again.
She was like a child seeing the stars for the first time.
Everything they showed her felt like a miracle.
She, for the first time, knew
what it was like to have friends,
who never let her down.
Even though,
the foxes still remain sly,
she has a way of swerving around,
not giving in to the butterfly effect.
The foxes’ attempts to color her days
black remain an unfulfilled dream.
