Fairytales were never about magic

The Enchanted Spell

 

The darkness, the chaos, the agony,

all lost the battle today.

The hatred, the confusion, and anxiety,

lose the ground as they taste defeat.

They were the shadow warriors from ages ago,

since the day when the light was born too.

They couldn’t harm a single cell

of the enchanted spell conjured by the music above.

 

 

Each string,each chord, each note

mingled with the immense purity of words

and mixed with the desire to be loved.

The heavens above rang a sacred bell

which would clean even the dirtiest soul.

It was the magic of music which continued,

to nourish, to grow,to overpower the soul.

 

 

The calm waves chilled the ground

with a new found energy.

The waves of song they were,

lightening all the faces below.

Each sentence ended with a peaceful melody,

leaving the madness of mind

and bringing the innocence of heart.

Today the music was a sweet divine,

surely like an enchanted spell.

I Am …. The Voice Of Freedom

Not an ordinary voice that said – “Vande Matram”,                                                          not that so common soul who is “Independent”,                                                                  I am that voice which survived through tears,hatred                                                         and pity as I escaped the gates of death ….                                                                             I am the voice of thy Freedom……..

My Spirit was a prisoner of Elite Class                                                                                       which thrashed the talent of this earth,                                                                                     Yes….they ruined the innocence of small minds                                                                 and dominated the intellectual of large,                                                                          This brutality continued till this date…                                                                                    Till my voice was heard……My voice of Freedom.

I escaped the bars of fear,greed and inability,                                                                       I ran to a different road……I made “My India”,                                                                   as was conquered by some noble men.                                                                                     Yeah!!….. Noble Men who did not lay their weapon of courage,                                   until the last drop of blood they shed.                                                                                       My voice shriek as it salute these immortal people                                                           of their selfless journey….as I Am ….Yes…I Am                                                                   the voice…born on this day….I am the voice of Freedom.

That Innocence Is Rare

A small child could not tell a lie…he does not think evil…the baby girl is never two faced. A child does what he thinks and think what he really ought to do. Gone are those days where innocence truly existed.
People go for show off , glamour , popularity and majority… Never with a pure heart , innocent mind and a true soul. They pretend to care but do they really… The answer is straight away no…or if they do…there is some motive ..a selfish motive.
Why can’t we just try to be loyal…loyal to words..to soul..to others..why can’t this mind speak one language… The universal language …which everyone understands …the language of love and trust. Everyone should be happy then if we are true to others as well as to our own self. Yes I mean really friends 🙂