HOW MAGICS HAPPEN?

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 I have  always believed in magic,

magics unlike to that in books and stories,

different from cinderella's and snowwhite's,

far from wanderland of alice.

Magics that are not sudden and hefty,

but like pieces of sunshine and hope,

illuminating my darkest hours.


Magic happened,

when i painted out of lines,

despite of being flawed,

it reflected beauty and hope.

Magic happened,

when sunflowers at my yard,

bloomed with frost of winter,

spreading sunshine and smile.

Magic happened,

when the incomplete poem i had once written,

matched rhythms with a ballad at an open mic,

and finally it found its peace.

Magic happened,

when i almost drowned in my thoughts,

someone showed up and dragged me out,

and took me to fresh air.

Magic happened,

when gust of monsoon had soaked me up,

and drizzles had blurred my glasses,

 I found someone holding an umbrella for me.

Magic happened,

when my heart didn't stop beating,

after witnessing my long distance friend at my door,

holding bundles of rain lilies with a cornetto.

Magic happened,

when the crush once i had,

texted me on a fine sunny day,

after a great intermission.

Magic happened,

when my granny knitted a fuzzy muffler,

and placed it on grandpaa's grave,

that very moment demanded me to believe in forever. 

Magic happened,

when the girl i least liked at school,

turned out to be the missing piece of my puzzle,

and we glued to each other.

Magic happened,

when i almost grabbed someone forcefully,

and then i let them go,

with serenity in my heart.




YOU SEE,

Magics just happened and it always will,

it happens in the least expected moment.

I really never waited for them,

but deep in my heart i've always trusted it.

Maybe that's why they keep happening to me,

and now i wish them to happen.




WRITTEN BY-ABHILIPSA💛





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