just don't kill the magic

Just don’t kill the magic.

What’s the beauty if this imperfection is not recognized?

She may not be the most perfect woman they adore but her charm reflects like the sun kisses every petal at dawn.

Her hands stretch to touch infinity,

Her lips are curled, she is smiling.

Her reason is she herself.

Dependency is what’s vanishing now.

Her smile outshines the others,

Its not because they are not perfect but she is confident.

Like arms ,branches stretch to protect her.

She is unconquered,  nobody holds her as possession.

She is priceless already being crave for,

Wished only in dreams.

Thoughts wont get them anywhere near her,

She is heavenly.

She is a lady,

A daughter,

A sister,

A friend.

They lack control of her,

Scared to confront they sit aback,

She witnesses materialism

But the sparks in her eyes heals it.

She knows what’s it like to have nobody,

Even though they say she has somebody.

Nobody is her spark or ultimatum if that’s a word.

She wont kill what’s inside her now,

Her magic.

These may be the most imperfect lines

But to her this means her soul a rest,

A haven where she can be transparent.

She laughs it off every time,

And she will do it,

Still now,

Not because she is a lady,

An inferior,

But because the world can lie.

For her?

The truth is herself.

She smiles when she writes,

still.

He lost her,

She won’t tell him.

There is a cloth,

Which is superlative for starters.

This cloth is the barrier for sensitivity.

She needs no healing,

But learning.

No confinement,

But a home.

Someone who treats her well,

For who is she is and not what he has made her.

They say there are three parts of everyone,

The apparent they for the world,

The belief for them,

And they.

She shows no shades,

Because she stands proud of herself,

Her belief, which enfeebles her to discover herself despite them.

 The clouds cover the scorching rays now,

She lands to the stand she worked all her life,

It’s her happy ending.

She needs nobody.

The music enchants nobody but her.

They cant hear it.

She shuts the world down,

Pushes the agony

And forgets the long gone.

Best friend :)

She walked alone,

The summer breeze and only she.

Bags packed, hair tangled.

With the sun kissing,

Almost everything seemed to be at place.

This morning, she only knew what she has seen,

She knows those freckles in his smile,

His hands on her waist tight.

Was it just another day?

Cause, there was no blue,

No pain,

Just elation.

There is a thud on the ground,

The marshy land drains her shoes,

But all is fair for what she seeks.

She seeks what we tend to seek,

But she seeks it differently.

Isolation is a lesson,

Moments are memories,

And life is a present.

His breath, under her face,

Fills and plays again as she sleeps.

Will anyone wake her up?

She smiles as she sleeps.

She gains no interest through this,

It's Just an awakening.

A walk to remember is what

Makes her more passionate for the belief,

That she tends to possess.

The giving is sustainable,

With nothing dominating her life.

The rays penitrate through those browns of her hair,

She indeed found herself,

Her ultimate catch,

Freedom for voice.

She gained it with her beliefs as assertive 

As her actions, it's a remedy she  says,

Once tried, lacks to loose its dream.

A new day, a new gift,

She looses herself again tonight,

Meets the love of her life.

This is not the end of the ending,

There is still more to come with a new zest

For this life.

hi...i get it :))

DREAM.

The glasses knock together, there is a chime, the nectar is sipped. The sun places its interest with the most mesmerising stage setting.  It’s blissful to see how the sun kisses the mountains, a soft touch, something felt deep down recollecting those ecstatic days which where never experienced by any biotic element other than them. They are elated, they know they belong here , this is their haven.  Hands held, they get up, he is feeble now but the walk is not less than a minute. He sleeps close beside her, his fingers tangled to her hair. He presses his lips on her head, not too hard to wake her up now, he knows he has to be careful. She murmurs, she is still not over the stroking through her hair.

She liked it, 40 years back too. They cottage has a little dent in the backyard phrase, no wonder the storm indeed had an impact yesterday. He crawls beside her, her aroma plays around like those little pixies of those fairytales. The clock still works, he wished he could just reverse and go back to the time when the passion was like an occultism draining and pouring every time he met her. A new love, she was for him, something so alive that the hearts told the stories, the eyes played the magic and the lips felt it. It was an embrace for nothing like selfishness but selflessness. She felt the same way too, she had nothing but faith & knew that love deserved it, deserved them despite the consequences.

The house is now decrepit, but they have accepted it, regardless to what is has become now. They know that this place has been a blessing since the day they moved in and phrasing their lives with the context to this house is the only thing they want before they give off. The wind blows, there is a chime again. This time more orchestral, the notes are beautiful, the moon is lit up by the expression that

The universe is denoted by the embrace of both of them. She is dying, her face paler than ever, nerves also superficial. The pictures hang on the wall in a descending order, The memories collapse with the existence . Next morning, things come back to place again. She makes him pasta, yet burnt on the edges.

His smile tells her their stories, rich from the past and an invocation for the present. His face has freckles now as he ceases a smile, hint of black in his hair still prevails  which makes him more beautiful.  He is beautiful, like a chocolate that hides it richness handsomely,  seductively melts when placed in your mouth. There is no stingy feeling, just the luscious taste. It gives you justice, no matter how you have been or where you have been. They are growing old now, but their love is still just a starter. The sun radiates its copiousness, their skin refracts. They look at the end of the street, eyesight now weakened, there comes their angles, young and beauteous. They give their comfort, relish the moment, and here is comes, the sun drowning yet again. Meeting up with the horizon, this time a strong touch yet exempting. Their lives have made its reach, to each other, where they belonged, safe locked up into each others arm. Their life has now made a history,  a history which can never be articulate enough.

CONCEPTION 
my consideration for world too, is zero. Complexity has unfortunately taken its mould and  its not surprising to recall everyday that, the challenge yet again awaits. Facing that evil who is so brutal and jepordising captures us in his hard stone like fingers nd sings to us a lullaby called the angles are what turn into devil and break your little heart, YET reminding again that I need love, and love is costly, spend it wisely or you will regret everything slowely. I spent it on a peice of junk called trust which nothing less than betrayed me and ultimately? i gained no interest out of it.People say or rather believe that my tendency to have feelings for anyone is rather varient but being VARIENT, lies when your answers for everything and anything are not answered, when your questions are not dissolved from your body and also when you dont raise one leg of yours while kissing.
Wise old men too never followed what they say now, they always had their own conception,their own divisibility. Why is it that this theorem to life is being considered to be evatible..? people rather than executing the must are making the most undesirable judgements about it. Judgement as a matter of fact is not required till the time one dosent ask for it.Mentality has its very much vital role in such an absurd contribution. making the minds a completely rotten ball of nothing but emptiness. well hats off mentality! you indeed did wonders! But love? its never a comprehension but an unseen passage one needs to fill up with a right word without mugging and living with it. why is that we are scared? why dont we just step out with our foot into the ground where there is noone to blame rather than you,yourself. For once, alone, the only man in the forward group kicking the most splendid shot ever lived , with or without a goal keeper. Making the best out of it as you know its your last chance, to win or to lose without anyone judging you. For once think its your ultimate catch. I have a dream, dream where i want the magic to embrace me and billions of people world wide making them realize that once loved, can love twice. And love? its not just a limited resource. its vast. inexaustable.

LIFE :)

It’s always difficult when you start  writing ,  & you always end up wondering what to write and whether this Will this judge you? Further judge you until your barriers of self respect are broken inside your own self? Isn’t  it   about what you feel to do? Free to do?

You are a victim of a selfless body  which  is dominated by the soul. The  soul which arrests the power of rebuilding what ever it wants, any form it wants.

You treat yourself under the estimates cause your self-consciousness tells you that you are not as well to do as the others are. You are not as powerful as the other person standing beside you is,  which naturally pulls you deep down.

Disheartning is  a tool, for the evil, this is acquired only when people think you deserve it more than anyone else does, even they themselves included.

Writing for me is a professionalism, I perform it as my rightful duty and maybe there is a possibility that is wont come up as I expect it to but this mould? It is going to take some form, some day or the other atleast. A beautiful form and convey my messages to the people in the most dignified form.

What’s the beauty people ask me? And surprisingly I don’t know what’s the beauty of it other than making your self contempt that you are regarding yourself to be someone who is putting in some efforts for something better, something really not hopeless. You stretch your arms today or maybe some other day, take a nice long deep breath and ask yourself that is it really what I have to do? What I need to do and what I should do? And is it worth of all my trying’s?  You need to respect yourself to respect your work later. Call it to be a symbolic chain but this is how everything in human society works, one can definitely not take one step ahead until they have tackled the previous one.

Take this idea into a graphical motivation , supposing , you are given out to stand in a video game where all you can do is not to die and level up then what choices you’ve  got? You cant just click the restart button forever, cause the temptation would stop and you would be left hopeless as you thought you were bound to be.

Don’t make life an insult for you, live it if you think you deserve it. Fight for it, fight for what you love, who you love and the best part comes when you loose it.

Loss is simply what you loose in a differential manner, don’t just wait for things to come back to your life, knock at the door and say , “ we are there”

Cause this conception would really lead to nothing but failure. You are young, alive, breathing, make the most of the smallest thing.

HOW EDUCATION IS CHANGING THE WORLD.

Little hands scribble, a bit of splash of colors here and there but the best feeling is experienced only when those little hands change the world, take humanity to a better level, something good, raise the bar. Some become authentic writers and well others, adopt a selfless occupation such a doctor or a teacher. But ever wondered what’s the magic behind all this? This fascination for the world grows when they grow up and turn out to be good human beings. They learn to understand that fabrication, materialism, terrorism is not the end of every resolution and answer. It’s always about understanding, positive negotiation and acceptance.

Actions should be stronger than words, they said, but didn’t that pay humanity well in all the wars fought, displacing and killing of millions of lives rather than giving them a roof? They indeed had the taste of their own medicine.

This encouragement for education is like a widespread tumor now, spreading effectively at its best.  Now the conception of war has turn into a anemic belief and no confidence about it is being enforced as such. People are now developing a concern for themselves in the participation for a better world. The ties are opening and the  filling of the loops are exactly where everyone is striving to work upon. Centuries after centuries, inventions were made, promoted but did anyone aim for an invention called mutual understanding within the disparities?

The conception was considered impossible but Education did its significance, not a toss up, but a whole new ball game where people cannot do without each other. A word called dependency was what exactly education taught.

Inferiors were the people who demanded for equal rights of what human nature failed to understand at that point. Human race simply took over and played a major role in distinguishing one from another without any disagreement until education took over and empowered several lives. Be it the blacks, women in the middle east countries, the indentured laborers. Education gave them a voice.

A major right  which was not evitable , It made the mankind realize  that there is no existence of inferiors which once upon a time, women or even the jews for that matter recalled to be were recalled to be. Education started, when people started thinking, wondering about what’s and why’s and how. This idea came upon first as speaking and writing which indeed, had a vital impact on the people. Education has a hand in everything, it leads to more advancement and it would be very irrational if we take it to be an invalid point.

There is definitely yet another difference, a line that education drew with its advancement. Why is that a business man earns fifty times more than what a nanny earns even though they attended the same school? It may not be correct to  say that she is uneducated,

Because she did attend school! The reason being talked about so frequently is that, Education is an opportunity, it may be taken , stolen or just fleeted away.

One may able to deal with life certaintThe result lies totally up to us. The saviors of the world, the 21^st generation.

That’s the only reason why luxury has now become a brand that only people who earn well enough can earn. Education is a privilege, and I worship it.  Boundless are the times, that I whatever I tried writing did come up with flying colours. It’s a seasonal gift, that one needs to  learn as they transform to become a responsible inhabitant of this world and seeking for education, is beyond all,

Everyday you seek to learn something new if you are willing enough to do so.