Will, You Be My Butterfly!

Will, you be my Butterfly!”

I don’t think there is any better way to start this than a pun, since this is dedicated to a person who is pun-ny, smart, sarcastic and extraordinarily incredible. No, I haven’t used too many adjectives considering beauty of his heart.

It’s been nearly three months, having heart-to-heart and funny conversations with him through comments on the posts. Never in my life had I thought that I’d feel connected to someone, here through a blog, sharing our daily musings. Perhaps, real connections, real blessings and real relationships happen without talking on phone for hours, or messaging daily. Sometimes reading someone’s scribbled words without even knowing how they look, how they speak, where they live, what they do, if they are poor or if they are rich, tells you more than you would have known about them. I bet that there are certain things that people here who follow us know better than people who are living with us. Funny, isn’t it?

Coming back to the man I was talking about, the one who has encouraged me unknowingly.
This man’s grammar is absolutely perfect. He doesn’t miss any punctuation!
He shares his favorite words, and then uses them more than twice in that post.
His comments would accidently rhyme, and he would say, “I could have been a poet, right? ;)” not realizing that many lines in his posts do rhyme and a paragraph sounds like a poem.

Let me ring up the curtain and reveal the name of this wonderful person.

William Leeone (Will), you have been a great comrade and a congenial company. You already know that I totally adore you. If WordPress is a garden and words are the flowers, then you are that butterfly who makes the sight of the flowers even more beautiful.

I had asked you about butterflies and you have said: “Butterflies are reminders that beauty and benevolence should both be said together!”
Now, do not wonder why I have called you a butterfly.

If a pun was a better way to start, then a poem for you would be perfect to summarize. Plus, conveying your feeling metaphorically is marvelous.

So, here it is.

“It crawls, twisting its torsos
to creep on flowers, on leaves.
It wobbles, trying to bring
itself in control.
It moves slowly, unsteadily
not losing any hope.
They fix their gaze
and ponder how it moves
it continues to drag itself
with a body without a bone.
Sometimes it would slink
sometimes it would burrow.
With all its will and strength
it would climb
it would navigate through complex terrain
but never it would give up.
Passerby beholds his beauty
unaware of its hardships
how easily it encloses its pain.
It struggles and waits for the phase
when life would unfold its wings
and when it will take its first flight.
The sight becomes magical
when it spreads it artistic wings gracefully
when it looks up in the infinity of the sky
uprooting itself from melancholia
and flying in the buoyant air.

So, dear friend,
it behooves me to tell you that
you don’t have to be circumspect
if you have gone fishing in a wagon
and a butterfly lands on your hand
holding your favorite fishing rod
just whisper a wish to the butterfly
and it will fly up to heaven
and make it come true.”

I am certain that you read on the other end of the line.

Much love,

56 thoughts on “Will, You Be My Butterfly!

  1. Great! This is quite rare actually, to see some fellow blogger admiring another. I personally feel that writers don’t write about specific person until and unless their feelings are deep and true towards him/her. Well done. *Appreciated* 🙂

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  2. what a lovely tribute, and i know what you mean. I have shared some very deep feelings and intimate hopes with complete strangers here through my poetry but they don’t feel like strangers. I think on here we can really feel that we are all connected through our souls, not preconceived notions by how someone looks or how old or rich or smart they are, just feelings and gratitude for sharing together. lovely times. much love to you. Michelle

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    • You are absolutely right, Michelle. I have been feeling the same. When for others our poetry is mere arrangement of scattered words, here it connects with real people. If you read something with all your heart and soul, you connect with them.
      Through our daily poetry, rants, we have let inner-selves meet beautiful souls.

      Thank you for appreciation, Michelle.
      Love to you.


  3. It is so nice to see someone put into words what a lot of us feel. Our connections to others through the touch of WordPress forms feelings as deep as any face to face. I don’t pretend to understand, I just like that it happens. And as we find new friends through the blogs of other friends we become a community of friends. Wouldn’t it be nice if this helped change the world by helping us all connect and be good friends. We can dream – can’t we?

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  4. A poem and extra added appreciation is worth a life 🙂 Kritika you really wrote it all beautiful for Will 😉 a proverb comes to my mind ‘If you are loved by a writer, you’re never gonna die’ !!

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  5. That is a lovely post, Kritika! Not only the poem which while reading made me see and feel the liberation of spreading the wings after a time of limits, but also in knowing about the background regarding your friend. You have such a big heart! Much love to you!

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    • He’s a dear friend. I just wanted to let him know how much I love and respect him. 🙂
      Erika, your wishes would come true as you are being blessed. You are lucky that it chose you. Keep spreading the fragrance of love.
      Love and hugs to you too!

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