To J.K .Rowling...

Two of my most wonderful enlightening, enchanting and wonderful entertainment hand picks have left me to wonder if I am running behind the times at all since its been almost 2-3 years when they have nearly Finished. Having seen Friends (last summers) and having read Harry potter this summer I am coaxed by a vulnerability in my senses which I haven't known before. But I will solely acknowledge the book over the t.v series for bringing me to blog today.

Of all the books I have 'ever' read or came across, Harry Potter IS the best plotted and entirely brilliant piece of creativity which has struck me. Everything about the story is just par excellence. Where, on one hand the story supersedes any normal notion with which we can associate, obviously since its about Magic but on the other hand the story equates the essence of human deeds (vices and virtues) and there aftermath, even in the magical world.

The book was really everything,where it had meant to be. I did not find any loopholes. The grip, to bring the name of the character in action cannot go unnoticed. The death of Sirius Black and Dumbledore, the chances to slip into the past through the pensive and many other such things have rightly served as a tool to create a magical equation with the reader.

She has let the hatred for Voldemort and his followers swell so much that by the seventh book, we, readers, would do nothing but explode.

Thank you JK rowling, for coming out with this stupendous peice of work and adding another wing to my thoughts and ideas.

Story

Someday we'll all die in a hurry,
With no time left to fight fury.
and as the salt from our skin will evaporate,
We'll all know how beautiful a life we all had once to commemorate.

She..

He's loud, he's clear
He no more fears
Now, he is walking with his hands in hers
I follow them for a long long time,
till the road disappears..

Round-ism of Life

How sometimes we are just peddling,
the only cycle of meaningless life.
How it never comes to a stop
Stop until we die.

The circle of lust.

Blinded, shut behind the only folds.
I see u raping me..
You know it
And u know it so right,
how we mate..
My blood boils as the vein bursts
and u do it again, yet again..

Even then you will still make me moan tonight, thinking of her
when I'll die orgasmic in your arms..
shaking to every bone, and
remorselessly will the sex drive end!

Never Ending

Following one
before the last comes
continues the chase
in the dream race

So it is..

"How perfect would every secret be.. "
If only we knew, there's not everything, everyone needs to know..

One tragedy in a name..

Perhaps even Shakespeare wouldn't be able to create a character like that of KARAN in Mahabharat.