“Expecto patronum”
That’s what Harry Potter needed,
To save his loved ones from,
The dementors, the unforgiving ones,
The ones who cornered him and his loved ones too.
But then Harry wasn’t really talented by birth.
He had to learn it,
He had to experience it,
In person,
Multiple times,
To overcome it,
To survive it.
Just as Dumbledore said,
Happiness can be found,
In the darkest of times,
If one only remembers to,
TURN ON THE LIGHTS.

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The expressions?
The feelings?
Or just the ego?
Images, voice, eventually the captured moments,
Through a media which shall become redundant,
Eventually.
All shall vanish.

But what shall remain?
A smile,
The wind in the curly hair,
The uncertainties,
Which wasn’t even captured,
Not on media which is supposed to be redundant,
Like the rock art,
The black and white pics,
The digital pics and videos,
And what more?
All by (hu)man.

What can you hide?
Everything is to be seen..
However hard we try..
You and me or just US.

What are we trying to hide ??

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I wish I was Calvin,
And had a partner like Hobbes,
Just so that I could live and BE ALIVE.

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“Love, despair, survival and rebirth of a living being
For the humans- by The triple oak tree of New England”

The smile, the despair and the rejuvenation.

Staying green all along when the sun shines bright,
Taking in all the energy it needs, through its leaves,
“The spring”, all green.
Building itself up, growing strong, rising high up,
Expressing the greenest of itself to the outside,
Yet staying grounded and digging in deep through its roots.
Only to be discarded by the sun, when,
“The winter”, sets in,
The sun disappears, deprived of all the energy needed to survive,
Deprived by a totally new entity, the winter,
Its sun has disappeared.
What, when and how to survive?
The green within it disappears, new colors arise,
Red, orange and what not, the leaves shine bright,
Throwing a party of colors for others to enjoy,
But then it is how it survives, which a stranger shall never realise.
When the energy dries up, it sheds its own skin,
Drying out its leaves,
“The fall” occurs.
It shall plaster itself safe, from any harm with its own sap,
Its own blood, “its feelings”,
Waiting for “the spring” to arrive to “turn green”,
Yet again.
And repeat the cycle again.

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The writers block, which felt so never ending,
Release, that one’s mind always needs,
Usurping, the dream that felt so real,
Surpassing, the real you.
Taking yourself to new levels and depths of life

Trust…
That shall always maketh you.

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Marking a soul,
Needs pain,
Not just on the skin level,
But from within,
And most importantly, words,
To agree and disagree,
To let know and be known,
Of the pain,
Be yourself yet let go yourself,
Let the one be themselves,
Yet push them enough to move ahead.
Remember the past, yet live in the present,
Letting the present take over your future.
Are you ready for it ?

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Assumptions.. life is filled with it,
About what we love,
About what others love,
About what we want other to love in us,
About what we want others to notice in us,
We are selfish,
As always, right from when humanity evolved,
For we have the sixth sense,
A boon or bane,
Nobody knows,
We are still that cave men when we deal with emotions,
We do what we want,
And expect something different from others.
Are we advanced yet?,
God I do not know

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Kavidhaigal ezhudha.. kannimaigal podhume..
Nimidangal..thalarndu vida..
Un kangal..
Uyir Neeraaai maari vida..
Marubadiyum paarka virumba..
Pala Nooru murai.
Idhazhgalai maraitha nee,
Nee Unnai thaane kaathu kondayi..
Kangal mattum dhaane paathen,
Idhazhgal pakkavillaye.

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Two streams flowing out of the corner, of my each eye,
Should I call myself poetic?
For I forsake the reason for the tears,
And yet enjoy my love for words through what I write,
When the tears shall roll down the corner.

This shall be so bad and so awkward for myself,
For I shall enjoy the warmth of my tears,
Down the corner of my own eyes,
But not the reason.
For I can’t see my own eyes when they cry..
They shall always be lonely,
Forever, Always.,
Around the corner,
Not the reason
Which my eyes can’t reach.

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And she started with “ I have so much to say”,
“But then I don’t know where to start”,
For she hesitated always,
So did he,
To open up,
To communicate,
To be free of,
Baggages,
Societal norms,
Peer pressure,
And what not.
But then that one word,
Love,
It stays with u and within you, always,
Bright, taking a toll on you, as summer,
Brown, as if dying as Autumn,
Cold, freezing u in ur path as winter,
Lively, as if newborn as spring.
Alas we fail,
When we fail to realise,
All are within one,
Their mind,
Awaiting to be born,
When we realise love,
Depending upon the season we choose within our mind,
Communication.. is LOVE.

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