Around the world on a witch’s broom! 

” A rush of wind rustles his hair as he moves at lightening speed, seated on his Nimbus 2000. His eyes are after the shiny, metallic, feretty golden snitch in the intensely competitive Quidditch match when he is attacked by the Dementors in his third year at Hogwarts but thanks to Dumbledore, Harry is safe. ”     Ah, those wonderfully painted childhood days when watching this magical epitome of witchcraft and awe were enough to colour every child’s days with joie-de-vivre! Another episode of Tom and Jerry reminds me of that terror-filled witch with a pointy hat either stirring her cauldron or sweeping across the moon on her broomstick. 

                 As they say, the one which gets the most thought and attention is often, strangely mysterious! I was mesmerised as a kid looking at this broomstick and always tried to connect it to the real world. The concept says it all began in the middle aged Europe and Renaissance when people accused of witchcraft were thought to be riding on brooms. These brooms or besom, made of Ash-handle and birch twigs and willow binding were used as a tool in magic and ritual and we’re symbolised with fertility and spiritual cleansing. 

              My fiesty little brother, hooked onto television, encountered such a scene and asked me, ” If she happens to visit today’s world, how would she react ?” This question pulled me into a chain of thoughts. We were made to believe that these imaginary evils are the worst fear of mankind. But then adulthood happened and we thought otherwise. 

                 Let’s say our devilish witch began her tour of the world on her ever-so-faithful broomstick! When she dreamt of seeing riches and futuristic happy people, all she saw was scores of mortals dying of hunger and poverty! Warring nations filled with jingoism instead of patriotism, being destroyed to a wreck! The witch had a closer look at the affairs of men and for the first time ever, felt sorry! Women, inhabiting half of this planet, were  still fighting for their rights! And the list goes on and on!

          The witch on her broomstick, was Satan himself for us! And so we portrayed to the innocent children through various mediums. But, why do we need imaginary devils when the homo sapiens themselves have turned into the devilish broomstick?  Why do we need to show witches in cartoons when we have our very own man-made ills? I dare the show -makers and movie – makers to reveal the agonising truth! 

         Dear children and teens,  it’s our duty to pay homage to the wrongfully highlighted witch on her broomstick.  Because the worst fear is from humans who raise hell on earth like it’s their birthright. And so for that – 

  ” To be a witch is to love and be loved. 

To know everything and nothing at all. 

To move amongst the stars while staying on earth.

To change the world around you and within yourself. 

Share and give while receiving all the while. 

To dance and sing and hold hands with the universe.

Honour the gods,  goddess and yourself! 

To do magic and not just perform it. 

To be a witch is to harm none.

To teach and learn, acknowledge the truth. 

To live with the earth and not just on it! 

            

BEING A YOUTHER.

Being a Youther…

Of age should you ask,
I'm just a charged-up,impulsive youther.
And thus,deep into oceans of thoughts I delve.
And thus,a deluge of feelings,passing thoughts!
And thus,I get angry,passionate and frustrated! 
Ah! That age of prime time,
When actions with your heart do rhyme!

And so I get worked up,
On every politician who messed up!
And so I get worked up,
On every guy who left his doting girlfriend -
and vice-versa. Love calls no pretend! 

And so I get worked-up,
On every heinous ISIS act against innocents. 
Iraq, Syria, broken women and men and militants! 
And so I get worked-up,
On deceiving people, false promises,
Fake smiles,guilty conscience,races!

"All the world's a stage,
and all the men and women  merely players!"
Ah!how well Shakespeare quoted!
Ah!how well Shakespeare understood!
What but merely players are we?
principles forgotten, abusives are free! 

Both timid and courageous thoughts,
Leave me completely in knots!
The better part of my life,
Gets soaked into thinking rife!
The world won't change its ways,
This impulsive youther must clear the haze!

I just don’t like to…

I don’t like to appear sober,

When all I want to do is scream!

I don’t like to be eager,

When you just don’t fit in my scheme;

I don’t like to be polite,

When the rebel inside me shouts loud;

I don’t like to be just right,

When I’m different from the crowd!!
I don’t like to follow the rules,

When they’re shattering me down;

I don’t like to pretend being fools,

Just to wear the elite crown!

I don’t like to quieten a voice,

Just because it talks too much;

I don’t like to stop to rise,

Just because I’ve got a negative  touch.
I don’t like to be stuck indoors,

When life’s happening outside;

I don’t like to fake loving outdoors,

When peace reckons inside!

I don’t like to please people

When it only causes trouble! 

I don’t like to miss out on life,

I don’t like to prevent to thrive,

I just don’t like regrets,

Then no matter sacrifices,failures or threats!!! 

Change!

​The holy truth of the big bad world…

“nothing is constant but change”

friends forgotten,jobs left,abusives hurled…

causes of hurt have a wide range…

Easier said than done..”

just forget and  move on…

your soul craves for the fun..

but alas! you find the curtains drawn…..

Not all changes are worse..

but some carry a certain curse

some certain wierd people,

could cause a huge trouble

I wish  changes could give a knock-on your door

before they  enter

so that i wouldn’t cringe round the clock 

Rather..I’d use it as a  mentor ..

to change my ills into boons…!!!!!!!!

😜😜

NO NEW LOVE STORY……

Ah! the kohl is a shade darker today;

No, the cheeks ain’t blushing due to compact;

She’s simply overjoyed, happy and gay!

With ‘Cupid’ she has made a pact..

that she’ll climb,come what may..!

The heart beats nine to the dozen;

Eyes pour out bliss at every glance;

Time seems oh-so-frozen;

And all her predicaments askance;

Its spring- no matter what the season;

And all she does is dance..!

His smile is so captivating;

And she adores his teasing eyes;

It’s his tune that she’s singing..!

To him,she never wants to say goodbyes;

And she never wants to stop dreaming..!

No,no innovations in her love poems-

the old Shakespearean stuff is so awesome;

Hence,no grieving and no tantrums;

She so wants to soak the handsome-

face, and the throb like the beating of the drums..

Truth is so stranger than fiction;

And stranger still is the behaviour of lovers;

There’s no poetry for them,no prediction..

They are like these crazy,drunk car drivers-

Lost,carefree-gladness and addiction..!

So, now what..?

We can’t change the fate of Romeo and Juliet,

but can be brave and confront what’s ought;

The fire ignited and the destiny set-

There’s simply no reason to be distraught,

sans-cares, sans-negatives, sans-hate..!!!!!

                                                                        -shamli sonsale

Deceived. ..

​(This li’l verse is for those forlorn souls who are on the verge of an emotional turmoil. Especially teens! Just a humble effort to express a piece of your mind….)
            

This is the voice of a broken teen;

thinking of the big bad world as “mean”…

How can I get out of the complex?

Created by my toxic Ex..

How can I ever know?

That my kin are true or a falseshow. .?

Happiness comes to me like a wave,

Always followed by a picture grave..
‘Liberalism’ here is supported. Yet,

there are restrictions which make a bet! 

And spoil every joyful thing;

Every ray of hope, everything!! 

“Girls are true joy!”they say. 

Then why do you ruin them in every way?

Yes,there’s the world to gobble you up,

So you better cope up! 
Deceived,is all I feel,

And don’t care to show appeal!

The so-called ‘well-wishers’,

Have all turned out to be silent killers;

Emotionally,though not physically,I am bound and gagged;

And in all directions,trapped ! 
But,wait! I can’t just let 

 go,

 and let life flow!

There are truly beautiful things;

And utterly lovely beings! 

Have that extra ounce of patience,

Be self-obsessed and practice perseverance;

Get out there and paint the canvas,

With colours you truly love!

De-clutter;kick out the bogus! 

 Because,

You’re not ‘deceived’,you’ve just ‘received’ wisdom..

Forget the nifty! 

​            

What?you are a twenty something; 

And have a fortune ever-rising? 

You’ve bucked the trend really early,

With life all rosy and pearly?

Just do me a favour,young guy! 

Don’t buy into experts,don’t even try….
First comes the equities expert,

“Buy some fancy stocks” he blurts.

Because nothing grows faster,he says.

No the investor grows faster too-

Isn’t it all risky?the equities craze.? 

Yeah forget the nifty,boo !!
Then comes the realty man,

“Set off on a home buying spree”,

He quotes.Hey it’s a wrong elan’

What about EMIs? Nothing’s free!

We’ve got to spend it now,

And not when we become a wheelchair cow!!
And how about the mutual funds guy? 

“Diversify and wait for luck”says he.

Waiting for luck is just what I don’t buy!

Remember 2008? It taught us to be –

Cautious of wall Street gurus,of BSE watchers

The suited-booted, grey haired fatsos and their lectures..
Your parents tell you to buy gold,

And from the first paycheck, save for old!

Just why does everyone go for delayed joy?

Even living that long is a question,oh boy!

No I don’t need to invest x% in anything, 

No insurances, no FDs,nothing. .!
Buy diamonds for your lovely wife, 

She’ll be there throughout your life!

Send your parents on a cruize,

Put yourself in their shoes!

Travel,adventure,wine and dine,

Coz life’s never gonna be so fine..!! 
Forget the Nifty,remember fun,

Enjoy everything under the sun!

A trip to Paris, LA or whatever, 

All that you’ve ever wanted to discover !

We don’t need another freedom-struggle,

The people already are a puzzle! !!!

THE MAGIC UNFOLDS….

She woke up from her slumber,
That very moment,that moment itself,
It suddenly hit her,made her remember,
That she always abandoned herself!
No,nightmares don’t kill you;
They shake you,they freeze you-
All in that very instant!

She always took mother nature for granted,
And so it is for all of us,
What is it that we ever wanted?
Oh just what is all the fuss?
This ‘hectic rush’that we all experience,
The modern,practical world and it’s grievance?

There was a time ages ago,
And yet feels just like yesterday,
Where you didn’t have to forego-
Life’s blessings for just a bread today!
That ‘yesterday’ opens it’s arms,
For her,for us,but alas!!

That longing is groping for words,
No,it finds no tongue;
Yeah,I know it isn’t a free bird!
How I wish it’s song to be sung.
That this idiosyncratic frenzy of ours,
Finally isn’t left with any hours!

May she grow to realise,
How really quick time flies!
That life hates regrets,
And she doesn’t have time for frets!
Tragedies are like reincarnations,
You’re born anew,with new aspirations….