From my childhood, I have wondered about Magic Box. Anything and everything asked was coming from a magic box I saw in fourth standard magic show. I firmly believe as such a box exists in this world and that is called mind. My mind. Your mind. Ask anything to it, it'll give you, as long as you are sincere in your need.
So I adapted that 4th standard Magic show and continue to realise my dreams/put effort to realise my dreams by way of using my magic box.
I experience moodswings (depression-recovery, depressoin-recovery) and that reflect my poems. I am not really passionate about being a poet, but I have a vague dream of being a writer. I deleted many of my poems ... more »
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Magic Box Poems
For my thousand dreams and broken wing, As some final words what would you sing? How gentle I was or how righteous my acts,
Scattering words I pick them up one by one Put it into my magic box Pour a barrel of paint
Life has moved forward, Time turned to five seasons, But I stand here still.
The Common Man
Behold! The mighty Common Man! Coming to show what no one can, Stole our hearts within a short span, Wishing to drive our fuel-less van!
The heart concealed Behind the facade, Desire for him Beneath the moustache,
Opening Magic Box
I'd hold your hand then, As soft as touching a newborn's fingers, I'd feel sweatdrops in our palms, Cherishing pure magic in us that lingers!
The Unwanted Dream
The blue marble roof! With a golden chandlier The big wide sky spread! Tiny fluffy white cusions
Malala: The Flame Queen
She is a small yellow flame, She does not fear! You dry wind of rules mortal! From your unknown valleys of culture As you come with chain to bound
A deep sigh! The crawling time spits back, Eyes wither, crumbles between, The endless memories,
To Reach The Top
I shall rule this world! And all it takes Is to lick some feet! Or blow some random Child's
Iniyum Janikkatha Kaviyaanu Njan Iniyum Marikkatha Kaviyanau Njan Madhuramam Ormathan Mashipuratti Jeevitha Thalukal Cheenthinokki
Over And Out
Will the stars of night be seen, From where I stand and fight? Would the moon pass my code, Along with its tender light?
Inside the grave, he's disturbed, Turning sideways, haunted nightmares, Startled and sweating, he opened his eyes From beneath the soil, he woke up!
My cloud rose up again, Travelled from end to start, Our love wont go in vain, Coz, always you're in my heart! !
For my thousand dreams and broken wing,
As some final words what would you sing?
How gentle I was or how righteous my acts,
In midst of strong winds how I stayed intact!
How much I loved and how I’ll be missed,
How boldly I saw death and gently kissed,
What would you say? The truth or some lie?
While mourning for me when I simply die?
Silence will win where life looses the game,
Unspoken words cause tears from my frame!