This magical wall attracts me like never before,
Undressing the dreamy child in me,
The magical wall smiles at me,
Invoking millions of colourful memories in me.
This magical wall excites me like never before,
Whistling at me like my menacing childhood friend,
The magical wall hugs me to my delight,
Pulling me to its scintillating beauty.
This magical wall makes me crave for my childhood,
Narrating its own story in lyrical style,
The magical wall touches my heart poetically,
Syncing like a rainbow of silent paintings and talkative poems.
This magical wall amazes me about its soulful tree,
Treasuring countless memories of photographs,
The magical wall holds the fallen leaves close to its heart,
Making the birds and the child in me to fly…
There are some people who love to be in solitude. They wish that they could spend some quality time being alone.
They are called the Artists, who create magic with the rainbows through the ordinary grey shades of life in solitude.
We the ‘artists’ include writers, painters, musicians, singers and many more. We give life to the creations that we create with passion. We give our best shot when we are left in solitude. Creativity takes birth here, when we are ourselves in solitude.
The magic of our passions are read by you as the words that the writers create in solitude.
The magic of our passions are heard by you as the music that the musicians create in solitude.
The magic of our passions are seen by you as the paintings that the artists create in solitude.
I want to earn success the hard way. I want to go there, give my heart in whatever I’m doing. I want to give my best creation with utmost dedication.
I don’t want a shortcut to success. I want to go there, toil myself, learn more and do what I love.
I want to write more. I want to create magic in my writings. When people read my posts, they should witness magic and feel a satisfaction of reading something valuable. I want to be a good writer by the hard way. I want to improve day by day.
I’m not a son of a millionaire. I’m not a superman. But I’m a very ordinary person and I want to earn success by working my ass off.
Hiding behind the whispering tree, Closing my left eye childishly, Looking at the playful raindrops, Looking with my right eye unceasingly, I watched the lady touching the flying raindrops.
Hiding behind the singing tree, Tilting my head unknowingly, Looking with my eyes amazingly, Touching those colorful raindrops with my hands, I watched the lady splashing the smiling raindrops.
Playing with the jumping raindrops, Looking at the drenching tree unknowingly, Slowing down her actions purposefully, Holding those magical raindrops in her hands, The lady looked at my watery eyes with a raining smile.