This Thing Called Magic

This Thing Called Magic....
Magic in life is conjured by the tiny little things. The smell of the earth after it rains, the shifting of seasons, the fulfilling feeling of being part of a family, butterflies in the stomach on seeing that special someone, a vacation away from home, the taste of mom's cooking, hanging out with friends and doing nothing, coffee and snacks at midnight, being so engrossed in a book that any track of time is lost, watching our favourite movie for the millionth time but still laughing and crying like a baby: aren't these the very things that make life beautiful and aren't they simply magical? It is true what they say: God is indeed in the details.


Friday, February 24, 2012

Two Boats

I am not usually one to write poetry, but with this picture, the words flowed naturally. Divine intervention? :P

Like two boats afloat
On the deep waters of dreams
Nigh and remote
Bursting at the seams

Like two boats adrift
Swaying on the rough waves of time
Hanging from a cliff
Waiting for the bell to chime

Like two boats at ease
In the water of contentment
Waddling in peace
Unbothered by the blue tyrant

Like two boats we are
Yes, you and me
Guided by a distant star
In the end we'll find the quay


Thursday, February 23, 2012

Decisions Decisions



Sometimes, in life, we find ourselves under certain circumstances and situations. Like, studying a certain course, or working a certain job, or living in a place that’s not home, etcetera, etcetera. The point is that we may not always like the situation we are in. If we do, that’s well and good. Kudos. But, if we don’t, what do we do? Now, a part of us may dismiss it as a stage in our life, leading us to believe that we are meant to be here, that this is what is best for us, and that this is what is destined. The other part, knowing fully well that we are not happy, might urge us to break free. It may insinuate thoughts that assert that we are destined for greater things and that we should be doing what we love; after all, life is too short to be moping around. This creates such a paradox and plunges us deeper into the darkness of our thoughts.  


Do we listen to our brain or our heart? That’s the burning question. Do we fight destiny, take the risk, and follow our heart, or do we sensibly do what the brain thinks right? If earlier asked advice on this topic, being the emotional fool that I am, I would surely have said “Go with your heart, isn’t it obvious?”  But, now that I really think about it, I must admit that it is a rather daunting line of thought. Surely destiny knows what’s right for us, doesn’t it? But, what if this is not our destiny and destiny actually wants us to follow our heart?

Destiny sure knows how to play a mean game. You know what they say. You have to follow the signs. Destiny has a lot in store for you but it needs some work on your part. It’s just like, when you want to have a good meal, you need to step out and go to a restaurant. You need to order some food, pick up the fork and put the food in your mouth. Yes, destiny would take care of which restaurant you go to and which dish you order. *Winks* But, if you just sit around saying “Oh, one of these days I’ll eat something really good,” God alone help you. *Shakes head* But signs, or rather what constitutes signs, is not always reliable. The last time I tried to follow signs, *sighs* I ‘almost’ missed a flight. But that’s a story for another time. The question is how to figure out the path of destiny. Do we take the road less travelled, like Robert Frost did, or do we continue along the downtrodden path? How can we be sure about any of the paths? Maybe there is a middle path for us? Alas, surety eludes one and all. Surety never comes.

It cannot be guaranteed that we will be successful if we take the alternative path. Especially when we are not sure if we are any good at what the heart tells us to do, and if we will ever find any success in it. At this point, we may think that it’s better to continue along the known route. After all, who knows what the big picture is? As has been rightly said, if you were a fly walking across a drawing, all you’d be able to see is green, then blue, then yellow. Only if you got in the air before the swat came down would you see that the colours belonged to a big drawing, with every colour being just where it was meant to be. So, why shouldn’t we smugly dismiss our circumstances as being part of a bigger picture? We will never know the answer, will we? All we can do is close our eyes and take a leap of faith.*Gives a comforting smile :P*