Smiles and Butterflies

When I’m all smiles and butterflies You’ll see it in my eyes On my face But for now let me delve “self” in my dark days… -the gypsy

-Zephyr-

Zephyr, Zephyr,  fly me away.. To the land of sun-sets, bliss and butterflies Come Zephyr be my lady may Sail me away from this land of lies Zephyr just wait for me to fall Sail away when hear me call Regards, The Autumn Leaf -The Gypsy

Hey Beautiful…

You! You’re a combination of love, sunshine, rainbows and butterflies and night skies, battle scars and hurt. All that makes you “You”. And you’re BEAUTIFUL. -The Gypsy

Never a butterfly..

Never a butterfly, always a moth. Attracted to the deadly wild things; anything shiny. Always the fire and lights, never the flowers-ending up burnt and often dead. Despite of ending up dead or singed I never could fathom my dire desire and mysterious attraction towards the wild. Perhaps I relish it. Perhaps I fear not….

-Achromatic Butterfly-

The achromatic butterfly soared higher into the blue sky blushing crimson as if at her arrival or perhaps at the arrival of her fellow collectors. She looked around herself. Everything so colorful.. so bright. All the other butterflies around her,  colors splattered on the canvas. The chromatic flowers, the golden laughing sun or the happy-weepy…

DREAMLAND

I dreamed of castles too of skies blue Rainbows and butterflies A land of love and laughter Until the darkness took over And all i could hear was the cries Every face ash-gray Every colour faded away Leaving behind the nothingness Everything fell-my dreamland a mess!! The Gypsy