When Mind Resonates

The magic fingers That touch the numb And fills life into it, Reminding that life is within And it's all about acknowledging it! When the rain drizzles, The magic fingers touch the earth- Once barren, and the magic begins... Touching each seed, Reminding the life residing Deep within, and urge to sprout, And be tomorrow's tree… The magic fingers touch The bare branches, and it blooms- Not a few, but in bunches, Where ecstasy fills And the nectar flows, To quench the thirst: Magic potion of life! The magic fingers- Create subtle beautiful music, That the nature sings, And triggers giggles of tickles, Which shudders barriers And love flows, incessant... Picture courtesy: https://pin.it/6ZcUGvR

Some moments tell stories, Stories beyond the saids, And much beyond the unsaids… The moments captured  And locked in as 'memories', Where the fragrance of that moment Lingers around its pages… The moment when ordinary Attains a new demeanour, When subtle brisk of emotions Imbibe the beauty of expressions… The moment when bud blossoms, When butterfly flies free, When the first rain drop falls, And the moment when seed sprouts.. The moments that speak mystery, In the abundance of silence! When everything emerges From the core of magic! And we : you, me and this universe- Watch the mesmer in undenied Acceptance of secrets...  Picture courtesy: https://pin.it/2ldxqLn

I wished to run away- Run away from life, Instead I ran into you! And I felt belonged... And now I run into- Run into your soul And search myself, And find me in your depths... Traversing these distances I rush to you, To find me again- Again in your eyes… I gather the stories, And sing to you as serenade, Standing at your window, Strumming my guitar… Gazing at the swaying hair, At the blazing fireplace, Watching 'Us' at night When amber glows… Picture courtesy: https://pin.it/3skHJXu

The mountains covering themselves In the blanket of green Fuming in the mist… The streams flowing Like milk from the bosom, The elixir to the wilds  And the uncouths like us. Sometimes I feel we don't deserve To cherish these… The yellow wild flowers Blossomed on the cranky sides  Of landslid forest margins; Unattended but in full bloom! The mesmer they spread Is beyond narratability- And when you find the butterfly mates, Black and white with the tiny frills Dangling at the feather ends, Flying in the seductive dance… And the damselflies, not one or two But hundreds of them flying around Celebrating their tiny life; And the rain drizzled to complete the moment, As I stood under the spring Gushing from far above rocks… Filling the soul with ecstacy! The Blue mountains, you call me And urge to come back again, Again from the ocean beds To your heights, where everything- Originates and spreads... Picture courtesy:  https://pin.it/6GxLGYQ