Impression
- Hashtag Kalakar
- Nov 30, 2025
- 1 min read
By Aarshia Ray
Life is a turbulent dream
We don’t understand it
Why people come, why people go
Why they become friend or foe
Why they carry the burden they heave
Why they stay or why they leave.
There are some whose eyes twinkle
As they turn to you,
A half-smile, a shy laugh,
The look of longing
Melancholia intermingled with ecstasy;
They want you.
They think of you when the sun shines
Gently on the greenest grass.
When the breeze blows,
And tousle their hair
As butterflies sway on flowers,
Or like waves in the ocean
Who tumble against each other
To compete for the sight of the sky.
And when the autumn leaves kiss their shoulders
They think of the way you smiled at them.
When the night comes upon
And thunder strikes,
They think of your eyes
The glint in the dark
The lamp of the Universe: their Universe.
And you never think twice about them.
And there are some who despise you
Their noses scrunching up
As they take in your face.
They move away when you walk by
Jealousy and fear driving each other
Or perhaps selfish hearts feeling superior.
To them, your presence is akin to
The Sun punishing the Earth
When it glares and strikes,
The feeling of bees swarming down on them
Stinging, painful; helpless agony
Shooting through their veins
So they turn their backs on you
And mock you, and scorn you
Frown at you,
Loathe you,
Hate you.
But oh no, you love running after them, don’t you?
By Aarshia Ray

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