Spirit, art and life unfolded

  A majestic, emerald-green caterpillar rests serenely on a sturdy plant, its smooth, glossy leaves providing a comfortable perch. The caterpillar's posture, as it clings to the stem, exudes a sense of contentment and tranquility. Its vibrant green hue seamlessly blends with the surrounding foliage, camouflaging it from potential predators. As it feeds or shelters, the caterpillar seems to be savouring the moment, preparing for its next transformation. Is it in its final phase, readying itself for the magical metamorphosis that will unfold into a new, radiant life form?

Do what makes you beam, never scream. For in those moments, your true self shines brightest. Let your passions and delights guide you, and your heart will radiate warmth and light, illuminating your path and inspiring others to do the same.

In a masterful display of subtlety, a spade-shaped leaf with a slender stem was transformed by whispers of orange and yellow paint, delicately blended with grey and white. This effortless collaboration between nature and artistry reminds us that sometimes, the most breathtaking creations require only the gentlest of touches.

In the Pink Allamanda's vibrant bloom, I find solace. Buds swell with potential, while one flower prepares to unfurl, set against the gentle backdrop of a colony and a tree that embodies the elegance of a classical dance. Though familiar, this sight never grows old, as each season brings a fresh perspective, beckoning me to lose myself in its tranquility.

My garden is home to various seasonal flowers, and every so often, something new emerges as a trailblazer. Recently, a beautiful peach-colored Hibiscus flower bloomed, stealing the spotlight. The flower is large, with ruffled petals that gently transition from a soft peach at the edges to a deeper pinkish-red at the center. The central stamen is striking, with bright yellow and red details adding to its charm. The flower is attached to a slender green stem, surrounded by lush foliage. A black butterfly with a yellow border and black dots briefly stopped by the flower, leaving me with a surge of delight, even though I had no time to capture the moment.

The long-awaited home, a recurring dream, A theme that haunts my imagination's scheme. I've lived in many houses, none truly mine, Nor did I belong to them, a fleeting sign. Nellore, where my parents dwelled, Left an indelible mark, a story to tell. Yet, even that connection now lost to time, Leaves me with a sense of disconnection's chime. Twenty years in a rented space, Still, a sense of belonging eludes my pace. I own a house, but occupation's denied, A paradox that fuels my heart's inside. Quo Vadis, I ask, where is this home I seek? A refrain that echoes, nothing's truly unique. Nothing belongs to me, nor I to it, Then what is this home, a final destination to hit? My poem explores the universal human quest for a sense of belonging and the elusive nature of "home." It's a thought-provoking reflection on identity, connection, and the search for a place to call one's own.