Butterfly Flutter By

The butterfly has flown away
And now the memories remain
The colours of her wings
Still etched in his mind's eye
The butterfly has flown away
Fluttering with the wind
Flapping her wings, hard
Leaving behind a sad smile
Yet, she remembers
That time she sat on his fingertip
Yet, she remembers
That fleeting moment when she stayed still
Then the gust of wind came
Her wings caught that drift
And she was blown away
She flew away
Leaving behind tiny vortices of wingtip powder
Falling gently on that fingertip
That still stayed still
Till the memories settled down
And he held on to that wingtip powder
Remembering the memories of that fleeting moment
Written for two of my favourite people in the world.

Comments

  1. Brian MillerFebruary 7, 2011 at 4:54 PM

    i want the butterfly to come back....smiles.

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  2. Wine and WordsFebruary 7, 2011 at 9:00 PM

    It's amazing that something so delicate can be so powerful. In life, and in memory's keeping...so fragile and yet it meant everything. Thank you for the reminder that though memories stay behind, they do settle down. It can be overwhelming when they stir like a hornets nest. You wonder if peace will ever come to roost.

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  3. Arnab MajumdarFebruary 8, 2011 at 12:24 AM

    @ Brian... I do too. Thanks...

    @ Wine and words... It's the fragility and it's delicateness that makes it all the more powerful. More often than not, it's us who fail to recognize that.

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  4. Arnab MajumdarFebruary 8, 2011 at 12:24 AM

    @ Brian... I do too. Thanks...

    @ Wine and words... It's the fragility and it's delicateness that makes it all the more powerful. More often than not, it's us who fail to recognize that.

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  5. JoybirdFebruary 8, 2011 at 5:34 AM

    What I really like about this is how you flit from the man to the butterfly back to the man, showcasing the impact of this meeting from both points of view.

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  6. Arnab MajumdarFebruary 9, 2011 at 11:56 AM

    @ Joybird... The last time I did something like that, there were a few people who didn't like it. I hope this time it was a little more likeable :)

    Thanks for the comment.

    Cheers,
    Joy...

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  7. Arnab MajumdarFebruary 9, 2011 at 11:56 AM

    @ Joybird... The last time I did something like that, there were a few people who didn't like it. I hope this time it was a little more likeable :)

    Thanks for the comment.

    Cheers,
    Joy...

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  8. sakhii••February 9, 2011 at 9:16 PM

    masttt..!!!
    i love this... :)
    but am bad at commenting so you can always assume I am speechless ;)

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  9. sakhii••February 9, 2011 at 9:16 PM

    masttt..!!!
    i love this... :)
    but am bad at commenting so you can always assume I am speechless ;)

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  10. Arnab MajumdarFebruary 9, 2011 at 10:36 PM

    @ sakhii... Thanks a lot. Haven't seen you around for quite some time, but I don't think that's got much to do with you to be honest. I know I haven't been around much lately... but I hope to remedy that :)

    Cheers,
    Joy...

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  11. Arnab MajumdarFebruary 9, 2011 at 10:36 PM

    @ sakhii... Thanks a lot. Haven't seen you around for quite some time, but I don't think that's got much to do with you to be honest. I know I haven't been around much lately... but I hope to remedy that :)

    Cheers,
    Joy...

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  12. bondgal_rulzFebruary 22, 2011 at 11:28 PM

    :) is all I'm saying/doing.

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  13. Arnab MajumdarFebruary 23, 2011 at 12:33 AM

    @ bondgal... I'm glad to see the smile.

    Cheers,
    Joy...

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  14. Arnab MajumdarFebruary 23, 2011 at 12:33 AM

    @ bondgal... I'm glad to see the smile.

    Cheers,
    Joy...

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  15. buckingfastardFebruary 27, 2011 at 7:51 PM

    almost innocent....like a snapshot....true innocent and pinch of poetry...

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  16. Arnab MajumdarFebruary 28, 2011 at 12:45 AM

    @ buckingfastard... In a good way, I hope. Thanks...

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  17. AayushiMarch 12, 2011 at 4:08 PM

    And you write poetry too! :)
    This here is one of the best ones I have read of late. Loved it :)

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  18. AayushiMarch 12, 2011 at 4:08 PM

    And you write poetry too! :)
    This here is one of the best ones I have read of late. Loved it :)

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  19. Arnab MajumdarMarch 13, 2011 at 12:16 AM

    I oscillate a lot between poetry, prose, and photography. For the last
    few weeks, the prose bit has been on a bit of a hold...

    Thanks a lot for the comment.

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  20. Arnab MajumdarMarch 13, 2011 at 12:16 AM

    I oscillate a lot between poetry, prose, and photography. For the last
    few weeks, the prose bit has been on a bit of a hold...

    Thanks a lot for the comment.

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