A Magical Dream

When the life starts to seem,

like a magical dream.

Without a push or shove,

comes a feeling called love.

Love is a promise,

like a seed in the hand.

A fragile idea that,

we need to sow in the land.

A dialogue needs,

two voices to start,

To build a connection

and to open a heart.

It feels like a dream,

with a delicate sound.

Waiting for roots to ,

take hold in the ground.

But sometimes this sprout

just refuses to bloom,

And the silence is filling

the space in the room.

Neither the seed,

was flawed to start.

Nor it was the soil,

that had a cold heart.

Sometimes the season

 just isn't the right one.

To soak in the colours,

from the rays of the sun.

The soil gave its care,

and nourishment at best,

It is trying to wake up,

the life from the rest.

But moisture and sunlight,

and the warmth of the air,

If these invisible factors,

simply weren't there?

You can't blame the earth.,

if the rain doesn't fall.

Or to blame the sprout,

that couldn’t grow tall.

You can't grow a palm,

on a snow-clad peak.

Or find mountain pines

in a tropical beech.

For the magic of nature

to truly run the show.

The climate needs to support,

and the wind has to blow.

It’s not that we failed,

or the efforts were wrong,

Probably we just sang,

the verses of different songs.

Let’s not blame anyone,

and let’s not feel the guilt,

Without any blemish,

is this beautiful 'Self' built.

The soil is still rich,

and the seed is still true.

Maybe a different horizon,

is waiting for you.

Where the climate is perfect,

the sunlight becomes gold,

Story of a beautiful blossom,

is waiting to unfold.

So, keep your heart open,

and let the dream stay.

To colour your world

in a truly magical way.

Let’s intoxicate our lives,

just enough to believe.

That there is a magic,

we’re meant to receive.

The right sun will rise,

and the rain will stream.

The life will start to seem,

like a magical dream.