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The rants of a lost Wizard.

11th January 2017 By Ashutosh Gursale34 Comments

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...

Equalising genders.

10th January 2017 By Ashutosh Gursale19 Comments

Every morning I rise before the sun, To eradicate the sins I've ever done. With a cane I bruise my skin, For that's what every member believes in my kin. My mother struggles with her daily chores, But I can see the scars that everyone ignores. Why does a man live like a God? I've always found the patriarchy quite odd. My brothers & sisters we'll all revolt, Shake this unjust system from it's main bolt. United we stand, divided we fall. But a rebellion needs more than just a call. Take a step with the world, comrade. Let our successors live in peace that we'll have made. ©The Honest Fabler ©Cover credits- Google Images...

The Gallant Regiments

7th January 2017 By Ashutosh Gursale22 Comments

Be it night or dawn they stand strong, protecting us from that is wrong. Leaving behind the earthly desires, they're the brave ones who guard the barbed wires. The sun arrives with an urge to survive, to live another day and see their family while alive. The gun on their shoulder weigh a zillion pounds. Without a flinch they lift it high to break all bounds. Staring in the face of death they sleep, Unsure what secret the next day may keep. Naïve are the ones who ask if they not have a heart. For they are ones with the bravest lionheart. ©The Honest Fabler ©Cover credits- Google Images...

Pursuing bliss.

5th January 2017 By Ashutosh Gursale20 Comments

His destination is all he saw when he begun, oblivious to the beauty of the setting sun. Best is what ruled his mind. "The good, the better are something that please a blind." Not for a minute he stopped, To chat with a croony or even to eat. "Gossip is something alien to me." Aeons is how long it took for him to see, Happy is something he could always be. The goal he set became a cage, Blinding him from the love that the nature gave. Besides the lake, now he rests, Finally a break from the long journey to be the best. For now he knows, he has completed his quest. ©The Honest Fabler ©Cover credits-Pinterest...

Cheers to a-Happy New Year!

1st January 2017 By Ashutosh Gursale16 Comments

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!❤💫 ©The Honest Fabler ©Cover credits- Google Images...

To her, with love.

29th December 2016 By Ashutosh Gursale78 Comments

How I wonder you were a stranger once, Just another pretty face amidst the rush. But then you became my rumination, To defend me from the demons in my mind. You turned into an ally, And stepped in my fight against the world. Who knew an imagination of sorts could be my macrocosm. Who knew you'd ever be real, real enough that I'd make you my muse. Your soul is mine and mine is yours, The body never matters cause you're my thought. ©The Honest Fabler ©Cover credits- Google Images...

Ensorcelled by juvenility.

18th December 2016 By Ashutosh Gursale15 Comments

I remember the time, The time when I didn't even know what is a rhyme. I cartwheeled in the widespread field, Oblivious to my wounds that were still unhealed. Singing out of tune with birds creating a melody, Who knew then the song will only be a memory. Tying a rope to the branch I made my toy, Warm breeze against my skin made me a happy boy. Pamper me is all what she did, my mamma. From one couch to the other I jumped to escape lava. Reminiscing my childhood seems such a felony, For I've an exam tomorrow and it's all just a memory.🌸 ...

His Last Siesta.

17th December 2016 By Ashutosh Gursale8 Comments

Ages later we met again. Weathered by the tides of time, Flavoured with experiences wild. Countless memories reminisced, From the days we stole mangoes To the late bleary party nights! Everyone who we knew became a memory, But you and I were never part of history. You were the one who eased my life, Especially when I had fought my wife. But oh, my bosom bud, Parting our ways was a tough call, Forsooth, the toughest that I recall. If I knew this would happen I'd never let you go. Decades of our love now lost in vain, For I wasn't there to wake you from your last siesta....

What paradise do you believe in?

12th December 2016 By Ashutosh Gursale2 Comments

The world everywhere was sombre, Still the mystical Paradise stood un-affected. Enclosing within it calmness and protection from all the sins. Bits of his vehemence broke with every step he took. He didn't stop, since he knew his only chance lay ahead of him, the Paradise. He didn't stop struggling through the modern desert, the work mountains and the concrete jungle, hiding as a prey from animus, envy, and malice even from the ones he thought were his allies. He didn't stop, since he knew no one in the grim world was selfless enough to provide a helping hand. He didn't stop, because he knew his world was driven by madmen. A world blinded by avarice. Aeons later when he reached the gateways of the Paradise, it was too late to enter. Too tiresome to take the final step, but he did make it. The moment he entered the Paradise, the mirage blew away, no evil thought could reach his soul, no broken promise could make his heart ache nor could...

How long will you be a passerby, tell me who am I!

10th December 2016 By Ashutosh Gursale8 Comments

I reside in those lost places that you've forgotten the path to. I'm that dying flame which you couldn't save. I'm the one who's always been with you, yet you never cared enough to sense my presence. I've seen every step you took, from those trembling crawls to the hasty scoots. Be it the first time you cried over a balloon you couldn't get, Or the 7th grade crush who you could never forget. Over the years we grew, together in our own worlds but you never knew. Why don't you still see? Break the bounds and rescue me, For 'tis true that I'm a dying flame. Residing in a lost place that you couldn't name. But you're not the one that I blame, My anonymity is my greatest shame....