Success Or Seductress ??

Nothing sucks more than success.

Success is the seductress that seduces you to the bed of satisfaction.

The Caterpillar

It is slowly crawling on a leaf with its gut coming in and out. For every little step it combats with the friction on tiny vein spreading all over the leaf. It enjoys what it does no matter if all its life it will do nothing but this. A man comes closer passing by the trees. He intuitively and willingly wants to feel its sloppy skin. But It distinguishes his finger lines from its paving veins and camouflaged to conceal itself. Unable to find it the man lost his interest in the leaf and and refocus his heed to the box of glass and fibre he was holding. Then it realises that all this what it faced is just a tip and iceberg is yet to come. It wishes if it could fly away from the stranger instead of hiding like a coward. It spends all its evening praying to the god that it never have to hide again and find a way to go far from that man and never come back.

From the next day onwards its skin becomes thicker. It feels no hunger and it becomes so plumpy that it hangs upside down from a twig because of its overweight. Darkness all around thinking if that iceberg has come or it is just a glimps. It starves inside that shell till there is no alternative other than eating its own body counting its days reaching towards the end. The next time it feels consciousness it has power to elevate from that boring green pathway it thought it’ll die on. It feels that power near its shoulders and stretches them open and revealing one more dimension in space. Perhaps the prayer of that evening worked and now it is all ready to confront the man.

Perhaps the man is also eager to test his enemy’s new abilities. This time the man shows up but it doesn’t hide.It reveals its beauty to the man and uses the air to flee not the leaf to hide. Little does it know its new skillset may well lift his courage to the sky but it can hardly surpass the man’s cruel reach considerng the size of his greed for aesthetics. He would rather consider the butterfy seductress but not pretty. Man opens the net and catches the butterfly as you would think this was meant to be. The caterpillar replaced its life saving arrow to a more fancy one and it had to pay the price but did it had any other option?

Irresistable, irreversible and most importantly inevitable. And it still remains coward because instead of hiding now it was running and more precisely flying away.If reader wants to save the time he/ she can stop right now because that is pretty much my story. Of course, Veins can be replaced with struggles, caterpillar’s crawling with my progress,its transformation with my puberty but man remains man in my story too. Seriously no substitute for that. Yes story will be same in its raw form. I promise that I will neither try to transform what is obscene into voluptuous nor vulgar into beautiful.

Sandwich of Lust

 

She fed me hatred pressed in a sandwich
Between the breads of lust

suddenly illusion is broken
and I drowned in a deep sea
beneath the ice crust

Well, it will fade away
you broke my trust
but you are not first

You said I should go away
Oh sure I know I must

 

Victim of Love

 

Riding along the curvaceous road,
I see you bare soul,
confronting the triviality of life as a whole.

I remember when I admired the cover
When I saw nothing but an empty container.
You were everything for me but a lover.
and for you I’m an illegitimate claimer.

You little dove
you are victim of my love.
You were the wrist and I was the cutting knife
following for me each and every rife.

I could never know
You were the only meaningful
of my meaningless life.
You are victim of my love and my life.

 

Love is a belief. But surely it’s not relief.