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[swatisharmachaturvedi]

She Told Me So ...

Have you heard of the king and his greed the lion with forgiveness had some lead there was that woodcutter who was good and honest And the fishermen & gatekeeper and their behest My granny told me about the rabbit & tortoise She also sang aloud about Markande's poise

I loved the stories, lovely small tales never i knew what all these entails the little me just was in awe & stun firmly believing goodness always win

I may have thought those time , a kid's fantasy no more relevant no more of any adequacy Grannies now live far away and mama's are busy Dada have their own leisure and dady's too are fussy When i saw the new crop of kids, they are smart but we were more human and humble , from the start

It took sometime to settle, making me realize how those tales guided me to be good and uptight the belief on good is so important else there nothing to tie us it would be ruckus If we all are slave of our wishes and desire with no wrong and right, the world will be smart But it was so more beautiful being kind and all heart

A kid need not know how bad the world can be he must believe the goodness is great and heal what be Believe is what keeps everyone going night goes with a beautiful morning growing our minds are feeble still too human, hearts so fragile giving up cannot be the way , we have to walk the mile make your child a person who holds the belief till the last good conquers,perseverance pays and this shall too pass

[swatisharmachaturvedi]

The Magic That Is You

Whatever I may not explain, and when I feel amazed

It’s like magic weaved in those moments when reasons get fazed.

Magic is not unworldly, magic is not unreal

It’s growing inside every moment, a bliss or ordeal

It relishes deep within, untouched and pure

It nurtures sometimes into something scary with no cure

Your love is magic, your spirit is magic

Your Fear is magic, your hate is magic.

  It has grown with every breath, with all you felt

It’s unkempt for, it’s scary, difficult to be dealt.

Your conscious is its child, control your wrongs and rights

No one can measure its realm, the levels and heights

With love, beauty, security, it tends to impeccable strength, goodwill.

With hate, fear it tends to the heinous of fates, a soul ready to kill.

Nurturing is not making them enabled. That they will anyhow become.

Nurturing, is to the soul to make them love and care, it’s like a life serum.

 We tend to make mistakes, but love can win all.

Empathy is a virtue, we may try to stall

Weaving a magic so strong yet so soothing is rare

We need to know it’s important to love and care

What is Magic, It’s inexplicable, unexpected and unforeseen,

But it’s not magic anymore, when it hurts and tend to be mean

Because when it’s Magic, it has to make us feel magical

It has to be worthy and awesome, like a spectacle

It’s rare not so human, But inhuman it can’t be  

As when it’s that, the Magic fades, its hurt as it shan’t be