When Mind Resonates

The energy that hovers Around and through you, That shows you the signs- The omens of Urim and Thummim, The magic time, and the moments That's made magical… Life is wonderful for those Who believe in magic, The magic, manifested around you... Every moment is a magic. You need to open your eyes to see! Don't lament on what's lost, For they were never yours… Embrace this moment, For that is yours, just to be lost As the next moment arrives. The Angels, the good wills, The invisible armour of protection around you, The miraculous moments,  Moments not to be resolved- But to be lived with a solemn smile… If you could see that painted sky In crimson, over the vast hills, And could feel the soul of rain drops  Drizzling on your face, And usher the fragrance of wild flowers, And absorb the 'trivial' moments in... You are living life in absolute. Picture courtesy: https://pin.it/2uBmQzB

I was walking through the woods, The dried fallen leaves crackled underneath My footsteps, disturbing the silence. A tiny bird swiftly flew Gazing at me in disgust! I was unwelcomed… I watched the huge roots from banyan Forming swings, I wished to sit on it. As I walked towards it, A hand clutched in through my palm, Held me closer cupping my shoulder. It was warm; the sense of belonging- Heavy in air, filled delight... And I dripped scratching my arm; I looked across to find bruise  On the other's arm! I was looking at my mirror image… I could read two different pasts Complementing each other And seeing self in the depths Of the other's eye… We sat on the swing, Watched the orange leaves fall… Shedding past for the new dawns, And embracing 'now' as it is. The indecipherables stay unresolved, Igniting curiosity… And we walked towards life... Quietly watching the mirror, Reminding what we really are. The bird flew again, dismissing- The shallowness of thought...

Sometimes I wish to go back And stay back as the child; The innocent, unaware… Who could see the Rabbit- Who spoke, behind whom  Alice jumped into the tunnel… The tiny insects with beautiful Designs were named  And played with… The wild berries, explored While in the groves, swinging On those hanging roots… The soliloquy while walking The damp algal steps down To the steep yards… Magic was in air, When awe filled the moments; Believing and conversing with unseens… I wish to talk again  To the creatures around, Then we belonged to each other… The dragons, unicorns, The medusas, the hydras, The magic wands and me. Picture courtesy: https://pin.it/68v2HCL

When emotions can't be spilled But retained within your heart And gets deciphered even it's unsaid; Meanings spring for every moment- Bliss fills in while watching The timid tiny flower, hiding- Inside the grass, shyly smiling- At the dew drop teasing her… The miniature lives, seem vivid- And the larger world - obscure! Why do 'grown ups' complicate lives, When it's meant to be a celebration, Of anything and everything around! Every distinct voice of nature, Beautiful in itself, merge nonchalantly- Resonating as a soothing orchestra- Reflecting your inner self- Sometimes as a melody, And at times as melancholy! Picture courtesy: https://pin.it/1RWo4V4

I watched the mist- Walking down the hills, The greenery being covered  In its cool blanket and made invisible, It seemed as if my vision Was being erased from the farther end Bit by bit, and the moment- Filling in perpetual glee! The clouds whispered the secrets Where the mist was born  From the mystic world, Where it fumed out of that- Wooden pot decorated with- The intricate details of vine In copperish colours… The man with long beard- And a purple hood- With the long robe in wildflowers- Decorated upon a bizzare green backdrop; Chanting the incoherent vocals- Where his eyes were green and kind, He smiled, as the mist sublimed  From the magic pot… And the clouds' chatters - Fell as drizzles on my face, Dripping through the delicate ends Of the red bottle brush flowers Hanging down, and swaying in glee… I wondered of that another world, The parallel world in constant motion, That the mere humans are unaware of… The child in me giggled and danced- Welcoming ...