Music...

For the ones whose hands aren't free to feel
For the ones whose eyes aren't ready to see
For the ones whose ears aren't open to hear
The beauty ... the rhythm that for them flairs!

The natural beauty you wander in
For you will it certainly sing
Sing the songs of life to you...

The autmn leaves would play notes of love,
The flowers will then merrily dance ...
The birds high above will sing the song...
And the air too will circle around...
Bouncing you higher to dance to its tones
Letting you harmonise to the music that has been prepared by the Gods,
For me ... for us ... for the human folk ...

Just give it a chance
Just put down your headphones for a while
And listen...
Raise your head out of the digital screen ...
And see ...
What you have missed all this while
What over there has forever been
Unnoticed, unseen!

- The_inkdiary

Wishlists

Wishlists ... why do people make them? 
The idea of wishlists has always fascinated me.
Wish-list: a list of all those wishes that hold a potential to make you happy, a list which when made brings out the innocent and child like honesty to the fore and somewhat ends up with a blushy pink line on your face.
For some, a wishlist is a piece of paper, having mugged up all the strong goals and aspirations of a person's life kept in a remote corner of a room saved from all the eyes around.
But for some it is a list of innocent desires that are waiting to be read by friends, family or someone who can pamper them!
The little child sitting deep in the heart always wishes to hide the scroll of your aspirations on the most obvious place... under the pillow. On the top of one's skin is an imposting desire of the list lying at its place unattended and unseen. But under that very cover is a bunch of butterflies running up and down waiting for the paper to magically vanish away (secretly read by someone! )