Biography of Magic Box
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 and almost all of my comments on this site a day when I was thinking of something stupid, but was brought back reality after a bitter, yet most fortunate experience.
I am undergoing a tough phase of my life, hence I cant really think free. I want to stay in touch with you all and remain in this site. Thus I hope I can overcome my struggles!
To name all would be difficult, yet there are a few people in this site who helped and continues to help me from becoming a mad man. Such as Valsa Ma'am, Dinesh Sir, Hari Sir, Shahzia Didi, Kavya Akka and my sweet Payal. I owe them a lot.
I also thank David Sir, Heather Ma'am and Geetha Ma'am for supporting my writes.
I believe in God but have no faith in any structured religion, not because they dont make any sense, but I'm comfortable this way.
Hope you like this magic box!
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!
A deep sigh! The crawling time spits back, Eyes wither, crumbles between, The endless memories,
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
Iniyum Janikkatha Kaviyaanu Njan Iniyum Marikkatha Kaviyanau Njan Madhuramam Ormathan Mashipuratti Jeevitha Thalukal Cheenthinokki
Inside the grave, he's disturbed, Turning sideways, haunted nightmares, Startled and sweating, he opened his eyes From beneath the soil, he woke up!
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?
My cloud rose up again, Travelled from end to start, Our love wont go in vain, Coz, always you're in my heart! !
To Reach The Top
I shall rule this world! And all it takes Is to lick some feet! Or blow some random Child's
Pranayam oru lahari
Athil njanoru chashakam
Nin priyamaam hrudayam!