Magic

People

What really matters?

PITY

Do not hate those underprivileged people who falter or hurt or do vile deeds. Pity them instead for they are the less guided ones...

YOU COUNT

Whenever you feel you are alone, in person or in your quest, just remember this:

YOU ARE ONLY AS POWERFUL AS YOU WANT TO BE!

The brightest of flames
leave the deepest of darkness
and yet
the weakest of flames
kill the mightiest of the dark

-Mx

The state called freedom

Freedom...
What is it?
Is it the transfer of power from the exotic to the indigenous?
Is it the victory of the oppressed over their oppressors so they can form their own rules and oppress themselves instead?
Is law the death of freedom or is it the gate keeper?
Are rules a necessary evil?
Does freedom also qualifies as the prerequisite for lawlessness?

Freedom to speech begets debates and freedom to think begets rebellions and though rebellions by the victors are heroic yet those who partake in failed rebellions are tagged traitors...

What is freedom, we must ask ourselves...
Is it the ability to confined ourselves within beautifully plastered walls? Or is it the ability to embrace the vastness of a world without boundaries?

What is freedom, we must ask ourselves...

And then, we must ask ourselves how free we really are...

Freedom is a state of mind.
Freedom is, at times, the paucity of thought, a belief.

WW3

Happily living away in our bubble of comfort, we are not realising the state of War we are living through. It is cold, treacherous, merciless and brutal yet we fail to even recognise it...

Responsibility

A pinch of pepper..

QUICKSAND

Quicksand

Stuck in a pond of sand so quick,
The more I strive the less I know.
May I rather lie peacefully,
So I'd be at peace, where ever then i go?

I am a cloud, aloft, above
I fly above the land I see
The land is green and brown and plush
so full of flowers and buzzing bees
Above a pond , I see myself
as the ripples tickle me and play,
Yet the pond so fair but so far
is how far I can barely sway.

A tiny blade of grass on earth
in summer its the rain I yearn
blazes the sun so scorching sad
parched I am distressed in turn
yet each morn rises the sun
each morn I wake up for the dew,
Its my share of the rain I make
each morn, I shine so new

Stuck in a pond of sand so quick,
The more I strive the less I know.
yet strive, nevertheless, though peacefully
for the seeds of my destiny only I can sow.
-mx

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DESTINIA

Lady luck, and how she plays...

DESTINIA

Stronger, alone, she stood gazing
At a distant sun, setting, fading
Holding onto the bark set firm yet free
The mighty arm of a Mango tree

“Why you look lost, dear child, to me?”
“Life is tricky, O! Dear old tree.”
“LIFE IS AN OCCASION, IT SHALL BUT HAPPEN!”
“Give me strength to struggle,go forth, then...

Behind that boulder, look at that lake
Hear out its story, then judge for my sake
Nothin but a hole muddy it ever was
And now! It blossoms, no time to pause.

One day long ago as I strolled happy as I'd be
I saw it, "true", yet I fell. Silly.
But the hole had cried its songs and wails
‘No birds would visit, no boats would sail’

With water from tears of joy and sorrow
I filled it with a life, a new tomorrow
Like a sister, a friend, a child dear
I made it a lake and it grew so near
to my heart, that wicked, thorny bush!
Wicked Destinia who smirked as she jeered ‘push’.”

“ ‘Alas! You innocent fool’ I could say,
That ‘you are a child’ or that ‘there'd be a day’
But here, in my leaves rusty, take my voice.
SEEK ONLY A MELODY, LEAVE OUT THE NOISE.”

A hundred lovely rusty leaves shed.
Wide eyed, she looked on as her heart still bled.
Little elves emerged as the leaves burst
together they crooned “To the lake first.”

She got picked by the wind, her locks flew
like silky tassels and before she knew
she saw the lake, a perfect round,
with a million lotuses all around.
Leaves glossy sprawled across like dew
The placid lake showed the night sky new
And as shone a million galaxies,
from the pearly drops emerged the pixies-
glittering, scattering stardust bright
as they hopped off from leaves, towards the light
their tiny feet pushed down a little
the lotus leaves and many a ripple
in the starry soup, glittering patterns made
as the night got magical, ceasing to fade.

Hovering dumbstruck, she gazed without a fight
as on she looked, mouth open in delight.
“Unaware of Destinia, little child, you are.
Look at your painting, a shining star!
You may dislike it, but life is divine.
SOME MAKE YOU SPARKLE, YOU MAKE SOME SHINE!
Created by Destinia's will alone, true,
A BRUSH OWNS NO PAINT, AND NEITHER WILL YOU.
Those little fairies! Look at them dance.
Do they know their birth is a destined chance?
They may dance for you, for me, for all
They may grow glitters on a dull night wall.

Some woods in this world, if not your heart,
would thank Destinia for your unknown part,
as they shall shine by this loving deed hence
keep no grudges and do no sins!

EACH WORD YOU SPEAK, IS A SONG SHE WROTE.
SHE MADE YOU FALL, SHE MADE YOU FLOAT.”
-Mx

CRYSTAL BALL

PERSPECTIVE:
Someone somewhere discovers that what is now so dear to him that he cannot possibly assess its true value with a rational mind. Is it a boon? Is it a monster, asleep, but nevertheless ready to be poked awake?
However, the bigger question is, whether the decision, the judgement, the choice, ever actually so black and white?
Is it justified, if at all practically possible, to deem something (or someone, for that matter) absolutely good or outrightly bad?

The following poem 'CRYSTAL BALL' explores this. As it begins, the poem branches into two absolutely opposite thought processes- one sunny, and the other dark.
The poem tries to take us back to the historic moment when the first light bulb would have been lit.
Its globular glass like structure is compared with a crystal ball, trying to associate the poem with 'the impact of an invention on the future'
Is it simply marvellous like a tiny firefly?
Is it more mysterious and wonderful than that?
On the contrary, is it a mascot of turmoil?

Simply put, the 'CRYSTAL BALL' could be called a poetic transformation of an age old debate- 'Science-A boon or a bane', trying, on one hand, to express how wonderfuly science would transform the futre and debating on the other, that the world is better off without artificial products and human intervention.

However, extrapolating the given direct example to our lives, the poem should be 'decoded' and thought about in a little more depth.
So something happened with you, or you came across someone, or something happened to someone you know. Why did it happen? Why did destiny, if you do believe in it, or chance, let something happen? Is it good, bad, or in shades of muted tones and vibrant hues? But the most important question we must ask ourselves is 'why are WE looking at something from a particular point of view?' It is then, that we can understand ourselves a lot better and know what goes inside our funny little head.

CRYSTAL BALL

A crystal ball so full of sun
A crystal ball of rain
A crystal ball of joys to come
Also of all the pain!

You see the way you look at it
The way you wish it be
A new discovery by yourself
Tell me, what do you see?

(1) CRYSTAL BALL- THE SPLENDID SPARKLE

And today you light up a little lamp
A lamp with no oil, no wick
Simply a joyous firefly?
Or a wondrous magic trick!

A little globe of glass plain
A little toy you see
But the lamp, is as divine,
Divine as the light you see

Today you see but a puzzle little
With your heart humble and small
Think more, O! Gypsey genius
You found a crystal ball

When you look as hard as you want to breathe
See, you shall, only then
A million stars sprawled across the lawns
A starlit earth, a heaven!

(2) CRYSTAL BALL- THE COLD GLASS

And today you light up a little lamp
With neither wick,  nor any oil
A fiery fragment of the flaring fire?
Or a mighty mascot of turmoil!

In the twinkle of the glazen glass
As thin as some ice too thin
you see the innocence of a lovely doe
Unaware of what sleeps within

Green glowing eyes as green as grass
of plastic and paints so "green"
Your eyes have thus become so blind
Look O! Look beyond the sheen

When you look as hard as you want to breathe
then alone shall you ever see
As flowers get traded for plastic and paint
Not alone dies the lonely bee

Your crystal ball shines falsely bright
Blue paint can't feed a fish
As lamps kill the depths of nights
the twinkling stars perish

-Mx