Art of Magic ✨

And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.

-Roald Dahl

Magic existed since the beginning of time, not just in the hands of witches and wizards but within everything living and non-living. Sapiens mastered it the most, leading a weak animal to dominate the whole world. Our first ancestors relied on it for survival. But in time, with amassed strength in number and power, magic was no longer necessary for them. What was once common and natural became rare and unnatural. For the generations that followed, it was a myth. The few of those who still had its last knowledge were chased or caged. But even if it was forgotten, it still exists everywhere. It manifests as art, talents, and skills. Most of us are oblivious to its presence. While some feel it and call it the 'will' or 'soul', a few believe in it as long as it serves their purpose. Very few see the sparks of its powers; they look at the world in a distinctive way.  I'm one of them, the clan of magicians who creates magic at the stroke of their magic wands. I can alter the emotions of others with my power. I can create alternate worlds for me to escape and take refuge. I can share my love, strength, and confidence with others in far off lands. I can take care as well as hurt others with magic. I still haven't explored the extent of my powers. My wand helps me channel my inner magic to the outer world. Only those who know the art of magic will be aware of my powers and my magic wand. For the rest of the world, I am just a random writer with a pen.

Dedicated to those who revealed magic to me

•  Partner, who however far away, yet never apart.
•  Family, bonded by an invisible bond, who never lets you fight alone.
•  Friends, however hopeless life might be, but when around them they create a world of fun and hope around.
•  Random lady who inspires me to write the most beautiful poem.
•  An artist who paints to bring life to my thoughts.
•  Person with whom I share the same dreamland. 
•  Writer who helped me create a kingdom out of words.
•  People who vanished from my life into thin air.
•  People who appeared out of blue and changed my life for forever.

To an otherwise unnaturally normal life, thank you all for making it magical.

Writer - Dr. Yeswanth S Nambiar 

Artist - Dr. Nandini V S

Chasing dreams

"Success is not a destination but a journey"

Yeah, right! But I wish it wasn't so. Any journey without a destination is endless; and I lost the track of time I have been on this clouded journey. Each step takes me farther into more doubts and struggles. I am at a point where I don't know how long I can keep up with this. I still remember the little kid who thought success was a crown he could wear with a proud grin. Now it's nothing more than a bandage for the wounds I hold.

"Failure isn't when you aim high and miss but when you aim low and hit"

I don't know what I was thinking when I quoted this in my diary, back in school days. Now I wish if I had a time machine to go back and slap some sense into the high-spirited kid who dreamt of conquering the whole world. Now I don't need any piece of this world, I just need some peace of mind. I am sure dreams are a leading cause of depression these days.

"When you are in hell keep moving if you don't want to be there"

Damn, I'm running like hell, or is it the highway to hell! Every milestone achieved turns into a doormat to the next hurdle to pass, the next mountain to climb, the next ocean to cross. Does this ever end, of course, I mean before I die? 

Yeah, I know "Life isn't easy, you have to keep working hard". I have heard that enough. I am not dreaming of happily ever after. All I dream now - no, not dream; I am done with that word - all I care now is for one day of peace before I am permanently invited to hell.

Writer - Dr. Yeswanth S Nambiar 

Artist - Dr. Nandini V S

PS. Sorry, this isn't an inspiring happy story.

The Long Walk

I still remember,  on my walk to the busstand  after school, I used to see her at the school gate entering her dad's Benz car. I didn't even know her name, we never even shared a word, a face I would forget after I left the school.

Years later during my second year vacation from med School, here I was sitting at the Town square, gazing at the once familiar City now for some reason looking back at me like a stranger. The evening commotion has just begun and among the crowd of pedestrians I saw her. I stood up and walked towards her. I walked by, kept pace with her. She noticed me and said "sorry I got bit busy at school, did you wait long?". With a smile I shook my  head and we started our routine walk across the city. Talking about our day we walked in small steps through the rushing city. These evening walks were the sole highlight of my uneventful vacation days. As the sun sets to the horizon, we ended our journey at the gate of her home. As usual I politely refused her invitation for a tea. I bid bye and walked back to the city to get back to my home. My cell phone rang and I attended the call. From the other side she said "let me  accompany you in the journey  back home over the call". And we continued our long walk.

 

Writer - Dr. Yeswanth S Nambiar 

Artist - Dr. Nandini V S

Dedicated to my dear little sister "Sonu" ❣️

SPARKS

Fate framed us into friends.

Sparks ignited in us to dreams.

Thoughts we shared shaped our bonds.

Meets we longed to be by our sides.

To lay my head on your lap for a while.

To break our chains and finally fly free.

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Stuck in cities & the struggles for survival.

On different roads, apart from each other.

Reality shackled our souls to the ground.

Ashes of hearts flames laid around.

Walked to our beds burdened with thoughts.

Buried ourselves in sleep for some peace.

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Opened my eyes to the moonlit sky.

Tender lush green land where I laid.

Her head over my shoulder & arms holding mine.

We gazed at the twinkling stars above in awe.

We were awake in our magical land of hope.

Thoughts unburdened, hearts warmed.

Souls unchained, dreams replenished.

We spent our nights in a dream together.

We still believe in the magical sparks.

"DEDICATED TO ALL THOSE WHO STILL BELIEVE IN MAGIC"

- DR. Y

DAIGHT

 Daight -  

Noun;

1. the time before the existence of day & night.

2. Endless twilight

Mystery before the recorded history.

Millennium before the first memory.

Period before the presence of time.

Sun and moon shared the sky together.

A friendship of hope & light.

An enlighted tale of life.

 

Sun blinded by his own light

Trusted without a tinge of doubt.

Moon taking the light for granted

Broke the bond without hesitation.

History took birth from the betrayal.

 

Sun burdened with memories,

Burned with might and spread light.

Moon unmoved by emotions,

Hid in night and avoided light.

Rare meetings of the two

Eclipsed the surroundings.

 

Sun met those who stood by and never left

Moon let go those stood by and never felt.

Those burns still hurt & scarred suns heart,

When the twilight share the glimpse of daight.

Millenniums went by, forgotten the daight.

But will never be forgiven for eternity.

 

 

"Some say forgive but never forget but sometimes I feel the other way, to forget but never forgive. They say life is too short to hold hatred, its too short to forget the betrayals as well. Hate is just another emotion, not a thing to be ashamed, just embrace it."

- Dr. Y

Disclaimer

All characters and events depicted in this poem are not entirely fictitious. Any similarity to actual events or persons, living or forgotten, is purely deliberate.