Coloured Flowers That Flutter Like Butterflies!

Sometimes our hearts...drift into childhood lanes...Where there is no pain...no stories...no I's & mine Just coloured flowers that bloom, fluttering like butterflies 🦋 And that sweet-innocent-fragrance Untainted by unsupervised-minds For in the Now the childhood Lives & dreams... Unfolding its every wing; That adults have most often Bargained; This Precious Gift! Where the heart for once beats In swallowing away the Overtly thinking mind; For to be that; The only way for one "Is To Be A Child!" . Have you noticed in a roomful of varied members of families the child is the most happy, it Breathes in the now & spontaneously knows nothing but to sing its Song. Where most adults are either penduling in remorse or regret to past or fear of future. A Child is gods gift to the now, as he unabashedlly lives, where it's not about ones house or possessing things but about a space where dreams of clouds drift, where imagination is Gods whisperings, which men of minds can never fathom or even touch it. . These are a group of school going children that Coco & I see everyday in the park, who are either skipping or pursuing some sport activity which these days are rare due to gadget play. I wanted to capture this essence of childhood yet not be privy enough to invade their space, by revealing anyone's identity as I feel Ones childhood should always be untouched. To me they seemed to float & flutter like coloured butterflies. This space that echoes with Love & dreams; that Coco often takes me along to crows cacophony & bamboo stalks that sing . Copyright: Meghna/2019