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


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