From my childhood, I have wondered about Magic Box. Anything and everything asked was coming from a magic box I saw in fourth standard magic show. I firmly believe as such a box exists in this world and that is called mind. My mind. Your mind. Ask anything to it, it'll give you, as long as you are sincere in your need.
So I adapted that 4th standard Magic show and continue to realise my dreams/put effort to realise my dreams by way of using my magic box.
I experience moodswings (depression-recovery, depressoin-recovery) and that reflect my poems. I am not really passionate about being a poet, but I have a vague dream of being a writer. I deleted many of my poems and almost all of my comments on this site a day when I was thinking of something stupid, but was brought back reality after a bitter, yet most fortunate experience.
I am undergoing a tough phase of my life, hence I cant really think free. I want to stay in touch with you all and remain in this site. Thus I hope I can overcome my struggles!
To name all would be difficult, yet there are a few people in this site who helped and continues to help me from becoming a mad man. Such as Valsa Ma'am, Dinesh Sir, Hari Sir, Shahzia Didi, Kavya Akka and my sweet Payal. I owe them a lot.
I also thank David Sir, Heather Ma'am and Geetha Ma'am for supporting my writes.
I believe in God but have no faith in any structured religion, not because they dont make any sense, but I'm comfortable this way.
Hope you like this magic box!
For my thousand dreams and broken wing,
As some final words what would you sing?
How gentle I was or how righteous my acts,
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Scattering words
I pick them up one by one
Put it into my magic box
Pour a barrel of paint
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I'd hold your hand then,
As soft as touching a newborn's fingers,
I'd feel sweatdrops in our palms,
Cherishing pure magic in us that lingers!
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Behold! The mighty Common Man!
Coming to show what no one can,
Stole our hearts within a short span,
Wishing to drive our fuel-less van!
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