Simply Magic - Spell # 2 || NTL - page 147 - Page 60

awesome

it was awsome dear...

Kinza,

Walking by the side of shore,
I am crying more and more.

I liked the repeat of more and more, for it mimics the recurring motion of waves, crashing upon the shore, as her tears cascade like a powerful body of water. It also adds a note of increase, so that the waves are encroaching further onto the beach, the tide coming in about to engulf her. Finely accentuated.

Thinking of the past times, thinking of the good times,
I am becoming a complete mime.

I liked the use of past times...good times...for in this way though you pinpoint the up of the up and down of life, you remind us of this undulating nature if life, like those tides that go back and forth. Upon this you layer a contrast of shallowness of empty gestures of a mime. However for me it also connotes a sense of helplessness, of acting out scenes we wish we could live out in actuality. It links back to the waves, those tides and the manner they too flow back and forth affected by the sun and moon, and so maybe against their own wishes and whims, helplessly just moving as they must, their actions devoid of those desires they wish to drown in.

People say, hold onto the rope
People say, keep the hope.

But people don't know ..

how it hurts!, how it feels!, how it pricks!, how it shatters!, how it corrodes!,
how it dismantles!, how it tears apart!, how it destroys!

I like this line of towing the line of keeping the faith no matter what, that though words are said as a balm their timeworn tatters offer no protection from the sting of hurt.

What do i do when everything passes my mind.
What do i d when the smile crosses my eyes.
What do i do when the giggle tingles my heart.

I really loved how you vividly contrast that gloom your created with reminders of bright light, of happiness and those things that light up our soul but just as high as they take us, for how ever long, inevitably we must crash back down from where they took us from. The higher the high the greater the fall. Nicely done.

Nothing is all I did, and nothing is all I can do.

Just wait, wait, wait and wait.

Just like those tides, she is helpless and so her heart moves up and down, that to and fro of rising happiness and crashing sadness UNTIL some change in nature, either hers or his will bring a new order to this circling motion she is caught in.

Walking by the side of shore
I am crying more and more.

Thinking of the past times, thinking of the good times,
I am becoming a complete mime.

This circling pattern of your poem again emphasising that she remains lost, helpless in this sequence of movement, on and on forevermore.

Kinza, I loved how you tied the poem together through the motion of the tides, so that the actual or literal scene mimics the spiritual movement of her heart. I especially like the title which adds another layer after you read the poem. The heart like the world can revolve around that which affects it, so here her very being, her peace of mind revolves around him and so causing that to and fro movements, those tides that bring the highs and lows of impassioned love. The only part that I did not fully appreciate was the a piece of ... I am unsure what that is meant to symbolize. Maybe that er heart is deficient because of this instability and so she is surviving upon a little heart, a small piece of the potential of this tremendous organ. Regardless, I enjoyed this piece.

With love, Sabah

Mayank entered home after an exhausting and horrible day. He had been screaming over his juniors the whole day, they had been messing up things and he could just glare and then scold.

Now, entering the home in the same mood, he stepped in, loosening his tie, and the first thing he saw was his twin, 5 year old sons - Rahul & Pranav , sitting on the sofa, with their writing pads in their laps.

"Rahul, pranav!!", he strictly said, not exactly shouted, but it was enough for both of them drop their pencils and look at their father, scared.

"what is happening?", he glared and both of them clueless, just stared.

"how many times do I have to tell you both not to write like this!!, how many times will I have to remind you both to write on your study tables! You both will spoil your handwriting!", he finished his scolding in a strict tone, and the kids, who expected a hug from their father, were left stunned, "and now both of you take your books to your room and go write on tables", he said, and they quietly grabbed their pencils and went upstairs to their room, holding hands.

"and next time I find you both writing like this, you both are in for a punishment", he said behind them and they ran to complete the remaining distance to their room..

"mayank .."

Nupur entered the lounge to find a baffled mayank, "kia hua?", she quickly walked towards him and he glared back.

'hona kiya hai, kids were again writing without any hard support, tum dehan kyun nahi rakhti", he said and nupur's eyes went wide, "mayank main kitchen main thi, and I am sure they were just playing something, they weren't doing homework or some neat work, they were.

"whatever, you need to take care", he huffed and rushed upstairs and nupur just breathed in deep. He had a f**king day!.

Nupur came upstairs and looked in both directions, at her room and her children's room. All three Sharma men are in a horrible mood!. She sighed, thinking about where to go first. She rolled her eyes and finally decided to pacify her sons first, they got useless scolding.

As she entered, she saw both of them sitting on their study tables and writing quietly.

"kia ho raha hai babies", she stood there on the door and hearing her sugar coated voice, they both turned with glistening tears in their eyes.

"we are writing on study tables", pranav said and turned back to his notebook and nupur's heart melted at his anger.

"and we are not spoiling our handwriting", Rahul added and turned back to his notebook too.

Hmmm, and what exactly are you writing?", nupur walked to them and they both hid their books under their arms, "we are playing and ..

"yes, and mummy daddy cannot see", pranav completed rahul's sentence and nupur sighed, "oh!, I thought you both were writing a sorry card for your daddy", she opened her eyes wide and both of them turned to her clueless.

"what?, don't you think you should say sorry to daddy, how many times has he warned you both and you both repeat mistakes", she glared and noticing humiliation on their faces, she suppressed her smile, "but okay, you both can carry on with playing and being angry", she got up and walked out of the room, but she knew, soon they both will follow her.

She walked to her room and entering, she saw Mayank had already changed to his tracks and was standing by his file shelf, carefully scanning the row of files.

Mayank couldn't find the accounts file, he was reading names when he felt the well known pair of soft arms hold him from back, "mood kharab hai?", the grip was soon followed by her sweet voice.

'nahi, I just can't find my accounts file', he got back to scan but was soon being kissed on his ear, "nupur ..", he said irritated, inwardly shocked over the sudden move from her.

"accounts file subah hi tu office le kar gaye they", she said slowly and placed another kiss.

"oh haan!', he said and nupur left him and came in front of him, now placing arms around his neck, "kia hua Mr. Sharma", she opened her eyes wide and fluttered them, pouting in a cute manner, which made mayank smile inpite of everything, and he hugged her, "nothing just had a messed up day at office", he sighed and nupur tightened he hug, slowly rubbing his back, "hmmm, isi liye you entered house like a thundering cloud", she giggled and mayank moved a bit away, "yeah, I was being a jerk!", he pouted and nupur smiled, "not exactly!, but unreasonable", kissing his cheek, she made him smile again.

,Sorry", he caressed her cheek and she frowned, "haad hai Mayank!, sadu hi raho gey, aisa sokha sa sorry!", she pouted and shaking his head mayank smiled wider, "you know how to make me smile", giggling, he pulled her close and took her lips in a soft kiss, which she responded back with equal softness, slowly caressing the back of his neck with her fingers, which was easing out all his stress and anxiety, and enjoying her response, he deepened the kiss.

"Gosh!, I love you ", he said breathless as they broke the kiss and nupur blushed, "and I am sorry", he added and was about to kiss her again when an adorable chorus interrupted,

"we are sorry too!!"

They sprang apart alarmed, but breathed a sigh of relief that the door was closed and the kids were still outside.

*

"bro, daddy is very angry, he will not open the door", said a worried Rahul and pranav held his hand, "he will rahul, he always opens the door and he says when you say a sorry, a dil se sorry, then everyone forgives, and we will promise not to do it again and we will keep our promise", pranav explained intellectually, and getting some hope, Rahul nodded, waiting for the door to open.

The door knob turned and they saw their father smiling, "we are sorry daddy!", they said again, and feeling his heart melting, mayank sat on his knees, "it's alright!, do you both promise not to write like that again" he glared and they nodded their heads vigorously, "okay then, you are forgiven, and what about a tight hug now?", he smiled and opened his arms, and they rushed in and mayank enveloped them, making it a tight hug, an unconscious gesture symbolizing protecting his kids from the whole world.

Nupur stood there seeing the sight, the three most adorable men on this universe!!

She smiled and started thinking about what to cook special tonight to celebrate yet another gesture and promise of togetherness from her family.

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Love u pallu! ❤️

FIRSTLY A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAYAL!! :) MAY U LIVE A LONG HAPPY LIFE! :) NOW COMING TO THE OS, KINZU IT WAS ASUSUAL HEAVENLY!!! <3 THE WAY U ALWAYS WRITE ABT THIS FAMILY IN THE MOST PERFECT WAY, MAKING THM LOOK LIKE THE EPITOME OF HAPPINESS IN A FAMILY LIFE!!! SIMPLY AWSOME KINZU AND I LOVED THE CUTENESS OF THE KIDS, THE ROMANTIC SCENE BETWEEN MAYANK AND NUPUR!!! <3 ADORABLE AND BRILLIANTLY WRITN!!! :D LOVE U KINZU!!! :)

B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L ❤️😍
n HAPPYYY B'DAYYYYY Palluuu...❤️🤗

beautiful one kinza... thanks for the PM 😊

happy birthday payal... God bless 😊

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MERI PALLU RANI...Love you a lot!!!!!🤗🤗