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You and I We have seen enough sun rises alone Welcoming the days with our

Solitariness

So will you see the sun sets with me? When the orange ball Turns a glorious red

And fades away a lovely day.

My cloister equals yours My mind is in you heart

And your heart in my mind

So will you be the ocean To my rivers and waterfalls Gently absorbing me Into another universe And allowing me to consume you

Into my world

We have been alone For far too

Too long

So will you climb those mountains with me? That reside in mother nature

And in our minds..

Our souls are fashioned Out of the same stardust And the same emptiness

Resides in our hearts

So will you fill my desolation With your kindness And allow me to fill yours

With my happiness

And when this companionship Over burdens us Will you go for a temporary recluse?

And let me enjoy my own presence

And when this distance Overwhelms us Will you build a life with me?

And enable me to forge this world with you.

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When the browns of your eyes Meet the chocolates of mine The reds of my heart

Turn an unusual shade

So come here, come to me
And see your colours on my demeanor

Your greens have enveloped me And so have the fawns You have stolen my jet blacks

And paired them with your crimsons

So come here, stay with me
And let these colours linger on me

You are enveloped in my blues And snatched away my scarlets The way you took my heart

And are slowly seranading my soul

So come here, live with me And throw these colours into my world

My life

Your colours have mesmerized me But why my colours have engulfed you Have you fallen for me?

The way I secretly fell for you…

So come here, marry me And let our colours mingle Fashioning a palette unseen Unspoken

But real……

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Never knew you would set me free

That first day just went by

When our souls were nigh.

But the minds were still ignorant

Untainted by cupid’s currents

But fate worked its own charms

Shattering the earlier norms.

Our paths crossed once again

And that was the last time I was sane

The tides of time have swiftly flown

And the crossed sails of our destiny continue to get blown.

Your striking resemblance to a confidant

And your patient hearing of my daily rants

How my diurnal stories mesmerized you?

And when did I start counting you one among the few?

But my foolishness led me astray

And you wished another maiden to be my bae

My infatuation with her stirred you

And your succor came in every hue.

But that cruel fortnight of your absence

Compelled my heart to long for your presence

The world seemed a morose place

And life appeared a confusing maze.

I kept these feelings bottled up

Afraid this heart was of the tireless drubs

But your selfless care opened it again

And your last confession eased my pain

Others desire the freedom you have bestowed upon me

That will ensure I will never flee

These hand of yours, I will always hold

And this is how our story has been foretold.

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The sort of enchantment Rowling weaves around her books is indeed fishy considering the obsessiveness of the readers. Sometimes, I doubt whether the pages of her books are drenched in a love potion or a bottle of Felix Felicis. I have found myself and my sister glued to the books even if we are reading them for a hundredth time. And let’s not forget the apparent intermittent fasts & thirsts that we accidentally face while lost in the magical world. One of my cousins once forgot to ring her doorbell while coming back from school (she was sitting outside her home) because she was reading the truth about Lord Voldemort’s most loyal servant in the 4th part.

I never understood why Barty Crouch called Percy Weasley as “Weatherby”. Or why Peeves was never evicted by Hogwarts, even by the likes of Mc Gonagall, Dumbledore or even the Bloody Baron. But I’ll never forget his sing-a-song at the end “We bashed them…..”

During these times, when people are working 13 hours a day from home and then cooking & washing utensils, I do feel like a house elf. For the Hermione Grangers out there, I take back my last sentence. This is the longest detention human kind – wizards and muggles alike – have been through.

And talking about the current situation, I sometimes get the eerie feeling that Dementors are on lose. Since we are muggles, our eyes can obviously not perceive them but can very well sense them. And even if some of us are wizards/witches, we are forbidden to break the International Statute of Secrecy. I wish that corona virus patients were detected with the same dexterity as underage wizardry. Imagine the lives saved! (Nothing against the health care workers but against the long incubation period)

We could have used the tears of Fawkes the phoenix (and her relatives) in curing the organ damage of the co-morbid patients if Rowling’s world was real. And the shrill cries of the baby mandrakes could have been effectively used against the covidiots.

The corona virus is behaving like Lord Voldemort sometimes – imagine refusing to leave Wuhan after such aggressive measures! I doubt how many horcruxes a virus can have considering it lives only in the host cells. Or, have we become the horcruxes? This sudden thought is giving me the collywobbles.

Summoning charms could have come in handy during the lockdown period – just chant the “Accio” spell and whatever you wish for comes zooming in your lap. And the post of owls too, you’ll know which posts are relevant considering the way “owls fluff their wings importantly”. Contact free deliveries at your disposal, Monsieurs and Madames.

Quite mysteriously, majority of us took the virus scare for granted, the way the wizard kind took the news of Lord Voldemort as a hoax. Imagine the mental state of the countless Harry Potters who were demanding social isolation right from the start.

While the Covid-19’s Nagini is slithering surreptitiously in the by lanes of the research labs currently testing vaccines, let us hope a cure is underway.

While the mayhem unfolds, it is prudent to take a leaf out of Luna Lovegood’s book and snap astonishing selfies in baby carrot earrings.

Let us not forget our Aurors and Healers – the health care workers, the police, the army, the airlines staff, the research scientists, the sanitation workers and the shopkeepers.

I hope our Master provides us a sock or two soon – at last so many Dobbies will be free of the virus.

P.S. Please forgive the abrupt ending, looks like I drank a bottle of the Sleeping Potion.

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I dream about empty rooms,

I hear happy voices from outside,

as I kick the surrounding walls wide.

Nine months hence, I finally come out,

and I get the love of everyone without any doubt,

Lined with kohl, my eyes see pink,

as that is the colour of a baby girl as everyone winks.

Some of them say that I bring good luck,

But many of my fellow mates get treated like muck,

They get killed for no reason at all,

because being a girl makes the parents’ life stall.

As I grow up, I fight the war of sexes,

I battle each and every prejudice with my verbal axes,

So what if I am a girl or a woman?

We are and have never been less than men.

I speak my mind wherever I go,

to those sexist remarks; I always say no,

I am not borne for a man’s pleasure,

Nor I am the object of some one’s leisure.

“Speak in whispers and laugh slowly”, they say,

But I yearn to live life my own way,

At least, I have the power to aim for skies,

What about my fellow mates who are eager to fly?

My wings are still there but their’s have been cut,

Our parochial society has stuck their lives in a rut.

But, I still believe a day will come,

when I will shine along with my chums,

We will fight for the respect we deserve,

until all those culprits are rightly served.

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Your cheerful pinks And playful winks Soothe my jaded soul

Pacifying this broken heart

So come here, come near me
And bring with yourself those colours you flaunt.

I lose myself In your flashy tangerines And my blues

Fail to resist your hues…

So come here, come to me
And bring your colours to brighten my soul

The many shades Of your lilac moods Manage to entice

My untimely brood

So come here, come to me And bring me those colours of your life

Painting my heart with your reds

Your warm blushes Engulf my senses Transporting me to a wonderland

Where only your violets gloriously shine

So come here, run with me And bring your colours into my life This empty canvas waits for the palette

Stroke it with every tinge of yours.

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