Some people heal in silence,
some buy expensive candles,
and some of us stare at butterflies
like they personally pay our therapy bills.
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I belong to the third category.
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A butterfly passes by
and suddenly my entire personality becomes
“poet standing dramatically near window during rain.”
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Honestly, embarrassing.
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But tell me
how does something so tiny
carry an entire rainbow
without looking arrogant about it?
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If humans had those colours
we’d immediately start a podcast.
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Butterflies simply float around
like soft little reminders that
beauty does not need announcement,
only sunlight.
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And perhaps a flower or two.
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Sometimes I think
God created butterflies
on a Friday evening
when heaven’s creative team said,
“Let’s add glitter to nature
but make it emotionally intelligent.”
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Excellent decision, truly.
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Because look carefully
every butterfly feels like
a flying piece of weather.
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A little barish.(rain)
A little dhoop.(sunlight)
A little khushboo (fragrance) of forgotten gardens.
A little magic stitched into wings.
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Even the breeze behaves differently around them,
like the wind itself is trying not to be rude.
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Meanwhile humans…
one inconvenience
and we become unpaid philosophers.
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Wifi slow?
“Nothing in life is permanent.”
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Tea cold?
“This world lacks warmth.”
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But butterflies?
Zero complaints.
Just vibes and floral diplomacy.
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I envy that.
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I too wish to enter rooms
the way butterflies enter gardens
quietly, beautifully,
making everything look softer
without touching a thing.
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Maybe that is why
I love colours so much.
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Not loud colours.
Not festival-shop chaos.
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I mean the gentle colours.
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The glow after rain.
The pink hiding inside sunsets.
The golden smell of old evenings.
The blue that lives quietly in lonely skies.
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Those colours.
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The kind that do not scream,
yet somehow stay in your memory
longer than people.
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But beautiful things usually are.
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And perhaps that is the real magic
not becoming extraordinary,
but remaining soft
in a world training everyone
to become stone.
So if someday
you see me smiling at butterflies
like an emotionally unstable Disney princess,
please mind your business.
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I am busy collecting colours
for the parts of me
the world tried to leave grey. 🦋✨
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With love,
—Rajeshwari 🧿💕
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