Monday

I saw the moon the night before Monday,

Gloriously shining its rays, the whole sky burned with its love,

It said, “Adieu, Adieu, Sunday – let’s make way for Monday,

Make sure you see the Sun before you rise,

It is me right on the other side, illuminating your day this time.

Have a lovely week ahead everyone:)

This is my latest podcast. Something new I started. Follow me to be the first to listen to it.

Believe in MAGIC

Hi, this is Shobana. This new podcast is about believing in Magic. Do you believe in magic?

It is not the hocus-pocus magic that I am talking about. It is about believing in the magic of the gift of life.

When I was growing up, I had a dream. I dreamt that the Sun shone on me one day, casting a myriad of colors surrounding me, and I was a beautiful angel with wings. There was a man talking to me, a lady the most beautiful you have ever envisioned stood behind him, smiling and her radiance outshone the Sun. I was maybe around eight that time. I couldn’t move to get close to the man, rooted to the spot where I stood. But there were a few things he said that I could hear. “Believe in the magic of life. Look the Sun wakes you up and the same Sun put you to sleep, and while you are awake it gives you the hours to do as you please. Believe in the magic of life, because someday you will see magic unfold before your eyes.”

Right then, I saw the waves of the sea rise and splash against rocks, then I saw the winds rushing past strong leaves, and they moved like there was music played by those winds. The branches moved as graceful as the breeze that touched it.

I knew I looked so beautiful, I could feel it in my dream, and I never forgot how that dream made me feel.

As I grew up, and I experienced little joys in my life, I always wondered if there magic around me. I never appreciated it then, until now. I never understood the meaning of magic in life. Until, I began to treasure the gift of life. It takes a tragedy to make you sit up and awaken to the treasures of life. Losing a loved one taught me that. I now see the beauty of nature, I see beauty in people, I see beauty in everything that crosses my path. I somehow have blocked my view of what is not pleasing to the eye. I believe that everyone is special in their own way, and who am I to say if they are flawed or unattractive. Saying something that is unkind often places one in a vulnerable situation, because life is such that what goes round comes around.

There is something that I want to impart to you. Don’t speak of the ills, speak instead of beauty, of wisdom, of appreciation, of little wonders that captivate your mind. Because all my life, even though my lacking, I was lucky to have been alive.

Otherwise, how then would I learn of the beauty of poetry, which is why I say, treasure those poetic moments in your life, you will never experience it twice.

This is Shobana signing off, till I speak to you the next time, be safe and take care. Bye for now.

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