Two Magic Wands

Deep within me rings a bell.

I don’t wanna hear.

I don’t wanna listen.

Still, it rings aloud.

I shut my ears tight.

It makes me afraid, frightened.

The tingling memories.

It sweeps over me.

Like a whirlpool.

It’s the sad stories that come back.

What I don’t want to remember.

What I don’t like.

The more I love to forget

The more it comes back.

Does it make me happy ‘no’

Does it make me sad ‘no’

But it does make me silent.

I am silent now.

I feel it intently.

I hear myself.

I am in a deep, shattered world

Ashamed to watch the sun’s gazes

Shying away from the moon’s love

One day a magician came to meet me.

A different one indeed.

He clothed normal.

He looked normal.

His voice was normal.

His eyes were strong

His words bewitching.

He was a magician with difference.

He had a magic wand, not one, but two.

He tied one to the other so that all could see

I saw it once.

I knew not the scene now.

All I could hear was his words

Soft, yet with power

Simple, but penetrating words

Those words had a deep effect.

Much more than what I imagined it would give me.

It changed me.

It awakened me.

It lightened me.

It powered me.

I could feel it now in my veins.

I could sense it in my heart.

The deep, shallow, voice told me

You can win for I am with you.

You can change for I am with you.

You can, yes you can

For I am with you

You can become not only what you want

But also what you ought to be.

I loved that voice.

I trusted in that voice.

I had desired to see that man

Who inspired me so much.

I searched for him everywhere

Finally I found Him

On two magic wands.

They hold Him above

the earth on a hill.

They did it with love

And He said to me

That He will hold on to me

With the same intensity.

I said I will trust in his words

I said I will trust the magic wands

That it will hold him there

Till the end.

Bro. Thykkattu Christy S.D.B