Magic Of life
Magic Of life


I am seven years old
Having a plate of fries and cake
And trying really hard to comprehend
What is this man performing
At my best friend's birthday party.
I gasp as he pulls out a little cute rabbit
Out of that tiny hat on his head
At that moment i hold my breath and say
“magic”
I am fourteen years old
Dangling my feet off my verandah
I keep switching the songs on my i-pod recklessly
Then it hits me hard and i
Like a hopeless opium addict
Carve for more Bollywood tunes.
I put the song on replay and close my eyes
I hold my breath and say
“magic”
I am twenty-one years old,
Currently experiencing the entitlement of being
A college fresher.
Dreaming about my future,
Having a good set of people around,
Enjoying life like there is no
Tomorrow and calming
My breadth down I say
“magic”
I am twenty-eight years old,
Enjoying a well-paying dream job,
After a hectic work schedule,
I h
old a cup of hot expresso
And stand by the counter
In the office cafeteria.
He walks in a formal white shirt
Switched so perfectly,
Our eyes meet across the room,
I hold my breath and say,
“magic”
I am thirty-five years old,
In a country far away from mine,
For the sake of my job,
I imagine how different it would have been,
If I didn’t have the courage to take risks
And make compromises
To follow what my passion calls for,
looking up at the starry night sky,
Is strange yet beautiful.
With these million thoughts running in my mind,
I hold my breath and say
“magic”
I am rather old now,
Right now the jet black clouds
Are having few strands of silver lining.
Now I enjoy Vedas and bhajans more.
Spending every evening in the temple courtyards.
Looking eagerly for family dinners
And Carnatic concerts. Life happened
So quickly that I almost forgot to be grateful.
Once again looking back at those memories,
I smile and say
“magic”