With large eyes and eyebrows raised I would gleam at him when I would say “The best of fairies becomes the queen And that’s what I shall grow up and be.” He would innocently look down in my eyes “Will you make me a fairy too?” I would kiss him on the cheek and say “Of course I’ll keep you in my court.” He was all ears for my world of dreams He believed in my fairytale fantasy He addressed me as the love fairy I was Even when I forgot the magic in me. When I explained branches embracing each other His hand would pull his little fairy closer My eyes lost in the fantasy story I had woven Would smile upon the love story we were in. My fairy wings don’t flutter anymore Dry branches don’t seem to tell a story The one person audience I had Isn’t interested in magic anymore. Only months ago, I had been a love fairy Now I sit with memories of a lost story I had never pondered upon a ‘break’ Yet its effect had left me broken.
Utopia is an imagined place or state of things in which everything is perfect. Through my blog, I do not wish to discover Utopia but to transform the society I live in, the country I serve and gradually, the world –into Utopia. With this thought in my mind and ideas ready to spill, I continue my journey to Utopia.