Raw emotions.

I want to feel your skin against mine,
Without any definite borders between.

I want to take in every scent of yours,
With every breath of mine.

I want you to lay beside me,
With your eyes staring deep into mine.

Take a peek in my soul through the window,
Without falling too hard in the rock bottom.

Tickle me behind my neck,
With your soft lips and the wet tongue.
Or maybe there, where even your touch
sends a shiver down the spine.

Kiss my lips or bite them,
It doesn’t matter since it’s a part of you.

Take my hand and abandon your dysphoria,
For together we’ll stay happy in our utopia.


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A lover's plea.

I don’t know how to begin,
And put forth all the love I hold for you, within.

Rhyme some verses to make you smile?
Or betray the poet in me to break the stereotype?

Shall I start with your lovely eyes?
Or maybe something that holds more surprise?

I wonder, how you look so perfect?
Or is it my blurred vision that can’t find a defect?

Are you an obstacle that distracts me?
Or is it my own fault that you attract me?

You never asked me to love you, not once.
Or did you smile so adorably on purpose, all these months?

Whatever the case be, I just want you to listen.
Listen to my heart that calls your name with every breath in.

You might not know me as your lover.
But I promise, my love for you will never be over.


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Unveiled.

Unveiled.

That’s how he felt when she didn’t
acknowledge
 his love.

Standing alone in the rain,
his feelings spread out like a holiday sale.

The only thing he had the courage for,
Was to walk away with a smile.



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The rants of a lost Wizard.

Locked in the shelf,
never to be opened again.
That’s where my childhood is.

 

 

Pages of love, friendship, leadership and nights where we snuck away with the Marauder’s map came together are all but gone.

One can never forget the day when Hagrid brought Harry to 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey in Sirius’s flying motor or when they re-united on the stranded island on 31st July 1991!

We grew along the trio, learning through their mistakes, living their adventures, defeating our inner ‘Death Eaters’ and crying our hearts out over the deaths of the most hated Professor Snape or our beloved Dumbledore!.

But who knew that the boy who lived under a staircase would inspire so many from his little acts of kindness like caring for house elves, or his greatest act of putting the Elder wand at rest in Dumbledore’s tomb.(He broke the Elder wand in the movie. Bah!)

From an alphabet to a legacy! The wizarding world has been a haven to all.💜

Joanne’s imagination didn’t only give her fame but us, muggles, a world to believe in.


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Cheers to a-Happy New Year!

​The frenzy of a drink would last a night,
but the tremor it’d bring would ruin your life.

There’s magic in some places that’d get you high,
The nature is a plane that can make you fly.

Oh, forbidden are such places for a modern man,
Let go of your idée fixe and you’ll find the rune.

But the rune won’t be suffice for you to pass,
You’ll have to tune in with every little whistle till the loud bass.

The day you do get to see the beyond, I assure you,
You’ll speak a language unknown,
Live a story that’s yet untold.

And above all you’ll be a mystery,
That no one can unfold.


Wish you all a very happy & a prosperous new year ahead!❤💫

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