Magic

If there is out somewhere something called 'magic',I really want to breathe it in.Magic that might break the bridges of all my notions towards life.Magic that might swallow all my prejudices in one fell swoop and cleanse my mind-bowl.Magic that might make my heart pure enough to sense things from their real beginnings.

Among all the ages that a man lives,my favourite is the tender,soft,natural,unsophisticated,innocent,fascinating and inspiring sunshine of childhood.I do not remember when did I make an entree and where did I take an arcane exit from my childhood.Things that remain with us are the little games,fantasies,dreams and a toddler's fancied mini-world in the interstices of the heart  just for a realisation that we lived an age some times back.Every generation,every hour,every moment repeats itself to stress the power of living a happy hour.What I did and used to think while I was a little girl is hard to remember even when I bore my head hard into sand.But when I see children around me playing,giggling,sharing their unchallenged secrecy and wisdom,I realise that they are many me from the past in different faces calling me out to open the cache of my memory locked in the gossamer of present.Their smiles are like heavens curve on the godly face,their jokes are like elixir to every pain,their love and care appears to be filled with the experience of a mother. They have the eyes of a thinker and mind of a free soul free to think anything they want.I envy my age of past that has passed pushing me ahead to stand as a big person loaded with some invisible burden.

I want a child and I know that is the only time when I will recreate myself and actually see me getting reborn.The feeling of bearing a child is so blissful cause it gives us a second chance to see life one more time with little changes.O'gosh I think I have been nicely carried away and have come quite far in the flow.That is their beauty,they are the illusionist ready with every feint,every trick to puppetise you and let you enjoy the true joy of being with them.

Once a li'l boy (of course one of my sweetest kindred)wiped my tears with his li'l cold and pink hands and kept his cheeks on mine to swipe out rest of the tears.He  tried to hold my face which was big enough for his tiny hands and I forgot all my reasons when I saw my own reflection in his watery eyes.But before he would cry,I held him close to me and whispered'thank u' into his ears.I dont know how and why but he fleered, gave me a flying kiss and hopped again back to his game.Sometimes it feels magical to find someone with so pragmatic and protective care as if somebody else is behind them.

Everyone has a childhood that is lost,forgotten sometimes or gets fossilised with due course of times or under the situations life creates.It is not false that one man borns as a child,dies as a child.I too have two kids right now to take care of.Two big kids who made me big enough to see them turning into a child again.The same wishes,the same urge of being loved and with the same hopes to have everyone happy around them,our parents are reversing back to their childhood where they deserve and need more care and protection,more happiness and promises,more smiles and happy hours.Love your child,love your parents,love your childhood.

Masked life

How could it be possible
To smile in the midst of cries.
I know it is hard to believe,
So please don't close your eyes.


Morn full of sunlight or the darkest nights?
Sorrow makes its place wherever happiness lies.
Light always follows the darkest dark
So please don't close your eyes.


While I write down my chorus,
There is a world outside full o' plight.
They bear no sense of singing,
So please don't close your eyes.


Summer to remind,winter to love
Autumn to feel and rainy to cry.
sometimes they seem just a change,
So please don't close your eyes.

Good or evil,yes or no
It's all about how one tries.
Cause every life has its own reasons
So please don't close your eyes.

One dies when one is born
A moment of mourn or an event for sights.
Every step that we take seems naive
So please dont close your eyes.


..............................................................................to be continued............
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The nap



They are dancing,staring,making me more drowsy...wat a dream I had just now..o o m awake..yawnnnnn...zzzzz



In the siesta when I try to read,

How to tell but it's hard to breathe.

I sleep, I wake up and I dream too

while I am around heaps of books.

I wish I could read whenever I want

And be a student non-chalant.

With no fever of exams and no fear of test

Where I could walk and take own rest.

I could hear even the ticking of ma clock

In the hovering silence that often mock

Pushing me to go back to the sleep

and leave the rest till the next beep.

A cache

The heady days of youth echoes,
in my ancient ears.                                                                         
The moments we hugged,the blunders we did,
still flaunt ,linger and leer.

I look back and see the breaths I took
And smiles I shared in clime of charm.
No one stayed along with me
and time turned us into a warrior unarmed.

From a kid to a child into a man
I walked throgh the stairs of age.
jealous of losing the last I lived
on the yellow fragile pale past page

Soon my life will come to an end
As everybody lives and quietly go.
How much i wonder at the riddle unsolved
Which has a missing piece always to know.

We cry,we weep and wipe our tears.
With time we learn to forget the years.
Rind of my soul getting thicker and dried.
Vintage of my life,will it be cached inside?

Come again

Behold the clear sky

Bathed in the morning sun.

Crispy rays behind the cloud

And the dazzled light to stun.

Where does the night of dreams go off?

And the yellow moon too hides in?

Just when the dawn breaks and flaunts

And sunlight creeps under my skin.

I dreamt of him last night again

and that is when I fully agree

to frame my own little tales

With whom I always wanted to be.

A wee bit more I wished to sleep

to be with ones I often miss.

But the peeking sun outside my window

Is eager to listen them all with a kiss.

The picture faints ,a smile follows

And the whinning too starts to wane.

I kiss the day in turn with a blush

For I would see him for real again.

my dream

Some more new thoughts would be shared here,memories will be replenished and stories would be heard again and more.I had always wanted a personal coerner like this with cabinets holding my hobbies like a temptation on the edge.My complaint from my self about dedicating least time with what I call my foil and variant fragments may fade away with my sharing and accompanying to these friends who always have forgiven all my abnegation and dilatory deeds.i hope I would start reading more,writing even more,sketching regularly and painting frequently on my study table that remarks a new journey.

Feminine face

Emotional flux holds mysteries in its womb and has gnarled enumerous relations to make histories and stories. We meet different people in our lives with different attitude and paint. But there is one creed that has all possible and prodigious varieties of portrayal: Creed of woman. Often termed as mistress of mystery and face of fiction by the people who have read and looked into them. And the shades of feminism strike different colors in the lives of people.

Bewitched by the feign of shy,

A lady dainty with sky blue eyes.

Looking from behind her veil

That made her a moon of dark night.

Raunchy, painted and enticing face.

A lady undaunted with a hidden grace.

Chasing the shadows of impostors

That made her an end to every maze.

A fleer and a wink with a half curve smile.

The wisps of her hair making her fragile.

Had I missed her lips in touch

While the angel walked down the aisle.

Caress of her company I gain

To breathe my dreams and drink my pain,

A non-chalant stands up for me

Like an elixir to  my every bane.

A fiction hangs on her delicacy,

To see unseen like a prophecy.

A philosopher in the form of a human

Is ready to carry on life-time legacy.

A gamut of shades ushers in

The mind that has seen women umpteen.

Everyone with a different node

But the same feint of being feminine.

..............................................                   Word of advice for all the researchers:Do not research,just accept and keep.