Harry Potter - The Poem

A tall and skinny boy he is,

A thin scar on his forehead is.

The famous lightning shaped one,

For this will be occurring to none.

The one who defeated the Dark Lord,

When he didn't even understand his gaurd.

With jet-black hair that is never tidy,

Living in a cup-board that's ever untidy.

He is the boxing bag for fat Dudley,

And in secrets he is really meddley.

The one who kills the basilisk,

And tends to take many a risk.

His God Father is Sirius,

He never takes things serious.

He loves to deal with mystery,

And already he is in History!

Bear with me if you find this silly, this was written way back in 2004. I think this is the best I could come up with at that time. Maybe this is the best of all times. There's more to come.. Happy reading Potteroos :D ;) Well, others too :) Have fun you all :P

Back again.. Happy birthday Harry!!

Happy Birthday Harry!!!

Well what other better day to restart blogging than Harry's birthday. After all it's he who kindled the spirit in me, to read, to write, to think and to imagine. The days I read the Harry Potter books were the most memorable one. I never even thought my brain was capable of such awesome imagination, all stuff I experienced in an infinite-D. Yeah, I can't count the number of dimensions and the sheer joy I received. Am grateful to J.K.Rowling for all that. Thank you Harry for all the wonderful times. Thank you Rowling for all that joy.

I've been missing that part of me lately. The part which is crazy, carefree and joyous. This day ignited the passion that was asleep so long. So here I come!

The following is like a poem on Harry Potter. It is very loooonnnnnggggggg as it spans all the seven books. If you are a Potter-maniac you would love it. Others would like it too I hope :)

Happy reading..

:)

velwizzie

This is my tribute to my more than beloved Harry B)

Also, Happy Birthday Vika :D love ya loads :)

The Terrace

The Terrace - Heaven on Earth

Nah, that's too much. "My safe haven" would be right!
What would I have done if no one thought of building steps to the terrace?
I'd say it's the most private piece of land in our state with just the Sun or the Moon or the Stars for company.
The sky above is our theater's screen where the moving clouds are the actors.
The wintry nights with the cold winds blowing on our face are best experienced from the cocoon of our terrace.
We wouldn't dare to step out onto the streets on a raining night, but we still can climb a fleet of stairs and get to the terrace, it's so close to home that it feels like home itself.
The secret spot to talk with your loved ones on your phone.
The place that you storm to, when a fight erupts in your house.
Swaying trees, nodding at what ever you say when you are angry.
Soothing breeze, that knocks you down to your senses.
Time loses track on the terrace..

Wherever I go, am gonna miss you "My Terrace"!

Random thoughts occur in a random fashion!

All the endings are not the same,

all ain't happy nor all sad.

All don't involve candlelight dinners

nor do they include moonlit porches

with flowers and shrubs, glistening dew.

But all for a fact,

include one thing..

Acceptance!!

Cause without acceptance,

comes no ending at all.

Happy or Unhappy!

Am back blogging after quite a long gap. Well, all is well that ends well and this hasn't ended yet ;)

 

The terror unleashed by "The Moo Moo"

                               The Moo Moo's are most probably under the category of animals that do no harm. But for me, they are under the extremely dangerous, XXXXXXXXXXXX category!

                               Their eyes are facing two different directions and you never know which way they are looking at. All the time I feel that they are watching me. It kinda creeps me out and I feel scared. A lot of people in this world are afraid about stray dogs. But am telling you, stray dogs are a piece of cake when compared to the potentially dangerous Moo Moo's. They come along with you wagging their tail and dripping drool, but when you say "shoo" once, they stop, wait and think. Then they either follow you again or run away behind someone else.

                               My communications with dogs have been awesomely smooth, so I never had any problems with "The Bow Wow's". All the instances of my communication with Moo Moo's have ended badly, that's the prime cause of the terror that stares in my eye when I look at a Moo Moo..

                               To add up to that, these days they are bigggg like mini dinosaurs! I saw one today(which compelled me to blog this asap) which of as high as me. When I usually walk past a Moo Moo I say "No Moo Moo, please let me pass" and run away as quick my legs can support me. Today I tried communicating the same to that mini dinosaur(yeah, that's what it is!) and you can't guess what it did!!
It shook its head at me, flashing both its horns. God! I was filled with fear. Had to run away again..

So in the end am posting a request to you all, please do what you can to stop the stray cows from roaming the streets(So much for all my failed attempts of communication, now I've tried to communicate with fellow humans =) )

There must be no more posts on "terror caused by Moo Moo's! (atleast I don't wanna post one again =D )