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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This is absolutely beautiful, Rajeshwari. 💛
You’ve taken something as delicate as a butterfly and turned it into a mirror for the soul. The way you contrast human noise with nature’s quiet grace—especially the bit about podcasts versus butterflies simply existing—made me smile and pause at the same time.
“Beauty does not need announcement, only sunlight.” That line is going to live in my head rent-free.
And the part about collecting colours for the parts the world tried to leave grey? Pure poetry. You write like someone who has learned to feel deeply and still choose softness. That’s rare. That’s strength.
Thank you for sharing this little rainbow of words. 🦋✨
This is such a beautiful thing to read Srikanth ji🦋✨ Thank you for understanding the softness behind those little words so deeply. The fact that some lines stayed with you honestly means more to me than I can explain. 💛 Sometimes it feels magical when something written quietly from the heart finds a home in someone else’s heart too.🤍✨
That’s so beautiful! 🥰🦋 You’re right, beauty doesn’t need announcement. It arrives quietly and beautifully. ☺️
Exactly ☺️🦋✨ The softest things somehow leave the deepest colours behind.
You’re right 👍 The awesome trails of deepest colors. ☺️
Enjoy your day! 😃
beautiful essay on the power of words in harmony” ❤️✨
Thank you so much 🤍✨So happy the words and feelings resonated gently together for you.
good morning ji
Today I’m taking a little break from commenting on the article… just to appreciate your beautiful posters for a moment 🥰
Such a lovely poster, and such a lovely piece ❤️
Aww, this is genuinely so sweet 🤩🌸Thank you so much for taking a moment to notice the little details too 🤍✨
Nice one
Thank you so much 🙏🏻
Most welcome 😊
Butterflies are truly exquisite creatures of Nature.
Yes, They really are 🦋✨
This felt like reading colours instead of words.
So soft, whimsical, and quietly profound every line carried the kind of beauty that doesn’t shout, only lingers.
“The world tried to leave grey” stayed with me for a long time… because perhaps that’s exactly what gentle souls do keep collecting colours anyway.
And honestly, anyone who still pauses for butterflies, rainlight, and tiny miracles has already understood something most of the world forgets. 🌹
Vijay
This is so beautifully thoughtful Vijay ji✨Thank you for reading the piece with such softness and understanding every little feeling hidden inside it. Your words themselves feel full of colour and quiet magic. 🌸 It’s such a lovely feeling when something written quietly is received with the same quiet gentleness.🤍✨
Thank you for liking my post ‘smile’. 🙏🌹💐
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This felt like reading someone’s heart wrapped in butterfly wings 🦋✨
Soft, funny, emotional… and painfully beautiful in the best way.
“Collecting colours for the parts of me the world tried to leave grey” stayed with me. 🌧️💛
I’m so happy that line stayed with you 💛 Thank you Maha for reading it so gently.🤍✨
This is so beautifully penned Rajeshwari.
You are so right that the beauty, colours and grace of the butterflies doesn’t make the arrogant or proud. They bring peace and grace by their mere presence around us.
So much to learn from Nature and its beautiful creations.
Thank you for sharing.
So beautifully said Chitrangada🌻 Nature truly carries grace without needing attention. Thank you so much for reading.🤍✨
Everything natural is what I love. Natural colours, beauty, and everything that define nature. I’m like a toddler when I saw animals and tiny creatures like you, Rajeshwari. Amazing thoughts!
Thank you so much ☺️✨
Nature really does bring out the childlike happiness in us. I’m so happy you feel the same way
My pleasure, Rajeshwari