Some Unseen Miracles

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Touch the tides and feel their ebb.
Wait for the summer, let the sun rays sieve through your hairs.
Listen to the song of cuckoo and be her whistler.
Welcome the autumn,let him bury your thoughts.
Touch the trees and feel the pain of his boughs.
Wait for the day,see the waking up of shameplants.
Hide in the darkness,see the bad dreams being entrapped by dreamcatchers.
Wake up and listen the song of crickets.
Listen to the lullaby of moon for the stars.
Pretend sleeping,find out the filler of stockings with gifts.
Trap the spring on the first day.
Appreciate the oyster for its pearls.
Talk to the seahorses,defeat them in a race.
Find out the spirits of unicorns,let them make a potion with the long horn.
Gift some baby's-breath to the dead ones.
Gather all the miracles of nature in a cauldron, spell the magical words.
Get the paste done and heal the miseries of globe.
Let the lava and gases sleep peacefully.
Let the clouds shelter earth tightly.
Let the oceans speak softly.
And let the seasons be obedient to its audiences,
For I see redemption hovering upon man.

A.C

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THE DREAMCATCHER ( A Poem)

She tried. And made the hoops from willows to wove those magical webs. Wrapped the hoop with suede lacing. The string was woven onto the hoop. Hours passed. She wove some of her favourite decorations to it. Feathers and gemstones, hidden with meanings. Hours passed. But she wanted it to be perfect. And finally, here it is. THE DREAMCATCHER. She hung it on her bedroom wall and watched it carefully. Rubbed it with an artist's pride. The hoop smiled, ensuring the travel of sun through the mighty sky. She thought that when night comes the hole in the center would only let Bawedjige( good dreams)pass. She would be able to sleep safe and sound today. The nightmares will never ever haunt her. For she has her Dreamcatcher. And Bawedjigewin( bad dreams) will be trapped in the web, to be dispelled at the first light of morning. She slept. The sun rays pierced into her eyes. She opened her eyes with the innocence of a newborn babe. The thought stroke...

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Everytime there came a music from the old devastated house on the hilltop.It wasn't jazz or melody or rap or opera. It sounded the broken soul. The long lost soul set to dwindle and shrink in solitude.Sewed into melancholy and dresssed in rhapsody,the hilltop triumphed over the hurricane of that season.And the music from the house gradually faded away,to welcome the next season. A.C

No Worries!

I really wonder why people around me worries a lot. They stress on some matters as if it some great disaster is about to come.. We have this sole life and spending this whole life vexed on trivial things means wasting our valuable moments.Instead of that why can't people cherish their memories ? At least it can create a smile on their faces. Spread smiles and relax your cheek muscles. Travel lonely and accompany no one. Purchase and feel everything. Make this your motto and live a better life. You can die a better man. A.C

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