Ars Poetica

A poem blinks not stare or care

As an indifferent art

Eccentric

As silver reflections of the theoric

Mosaic as the mind-created strand

Of lighted ideas which the beam has fringed--

A poem is best nothingness

As the loss of words

A poem is a Mimesis to madness

As the light pierces

Vanishing, as the light identifies

Prism by prism the ocean-green floors,

Vanishing, as the light from the bed reflects,

Bead by bead the effect--

A poem is a Mimesis of madness

As the pierced light

A poem is but an anomaly:

Not fitting

For every lapiz gave way to

A floating paper and an empty ink

For love

The eyelids close and open vaccuum the blink means--

A poem does not exist

But is.

oblivious

a random hypothetical thought, which came to me just like that. so I scribbled it down.

the first person use has no significance and does not have anything to do with me. I just began writing it like that, and persisted.

was this a déjà vu?

I opened my eyes, my relatives jumping,

I was crying, my parents were grinning;

rich they were, now happy too for me,

home I went, healthy, nice and chubby.

played with great friends in my palace,

rode to my convent, with a chauffeur;

teacher’s pet, and excellent in studies, 

so befriended high grades to prosper.

appreciated else too, apart from books,

as I enjoyed sports, recreation and time;

made an adorable favorite, comic sense,

multi-talented, helped to be handsome.

great job, and I was professionally famous,

my parents were proud of all these years;

I found my beautiful girl; I/she was now us,

a boy, a girl what more was more joyous.

I soared across the world, much cherishing it,

no ill-health, pain,  ‘n joy I could not believe in;

treading on goodwill ever, and philanthropic,

outlived all my wishes, could ask no more of it.

saw 2 generations, self-sufficient all the way,

valuable ‘n evergreen, such a gem all the way;

went naturally, in a flick, smooth all the way,

beside my parents and her, first on the way.

happy I was under my tomb, content too,

sobbing the loss were they, affection too;

made my parents proud, all around me too,

role model they said, epitome of being too.

so i made the transition into the other world,

shell-shocked, they gazed at my past world;

nauseating they thought, empty and oblivious,

they said, my life was too devoid and oblivious.

and then i opened my eyes again in the other world..  was it déjà vu again?

The Philosopher’s Stone

by now, either you are a good Harry potter fan and have chewed the pages of ‘Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone’ and his other books or you are indifferent/ignorant/disinterested. 

in case you are  looking forward to read the books , please don’t read the following scribble. it may be annoying.

the magical journey began with the wizardlings rejoicing today,

as the Dursley muggles, owls and shooting stars, signed the day;

lemon drop Albus, ruffled Minerva and the biking man astride,

the scar, flair and the frenzy;  Hagrid held The Boy Who Lived.

 

a decade later, one day Harry was taken to a zoo, for limping Figgs,

thoughts of flying bikes, green flash, blinding pain in reptile house;

as Harry hissed with the boa constrictor, shocking Dudley and Piers,

in a bizarre manner he set it free, the charm of The Vanishing Glass.

as Harry dreaded the first day of school, with the elephant skin rags,

ballistic Vernon was swamped with epistles, in emerald envelopes;

cupboard, smallest room, cokeworth, shed, 3 minutes to age eleven,

a second to go, and BOOM, then took form The Letters From No One.

smashing entry, the cake and the hut was full of Hagrid’s girth and sizzlers,

the Hogwarts’ giant chuckled for famous Harry in the world of sorcerers;

admission letter, books, you-know-who’s exile, parents of wizarding links,

pig tail dudley, kip blanket for Harry, Rubeus The Keeper of the Keys.

morning, the leaky cauldron glimpsed the first of the fans going frantic,

Tom to Quirrell, trash can bricks to end in the wizard’s downtown attic;

gringotts, galleons, vault 713, robes, hedwig, books, a smug like Dudley,

only other phoenix feather brother wand, the icing from the Diagon Alley.

came 9/1 and the trunk, cage, nerves stepped into the marvelous  express,

one Ron, and know-all Hermione, Neville, Draco’s gang, whole lot red-hairs;

Ginny back, Flamel talk, station, lake and starred the castle of Hogwarts,

best, the first of The Journey From Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

into the castle, house ceremony graced the common room with its song,

gryffindor, hufflepuff, ravenclaw, slytherin qualities, by the smart song;

sorted well, as Albus welcomed amidst the fiery scar, Snape and the turban,

food, school tune, dream, gryffindor friends, moments of The Sorting Hat.

142 stairs in all, herbology, history, charms, transfiguration some subjects,

tea time with Hagrid, fang, news of a vain vault break-in at the gringotts,  

dada with Quirrell a joke, lesson with Snape, obvious  dungeon disaster;

amidst whirling thoughts, brewed the visible hatred of The Potions Master.

flying lessons began, lightning Harry demoed the quidditch skills for Neville,

earned him the youngest seeker and a spar with Draco, for the Remembrall;

trophy room trick, lead to forbidden corridor, gory dog with a brutal growl, 

a guardian, vault, the package, the attempt, courtesy The Midnight Duel.

glee of the new nimbus 2000, quaffles, badgers and the snitch, game rules,

add to that  a he/she tussle, and Quirrell on the troll visit in the dungeons;

to the rescue of Hermione, un-thinking consequences, went Harry and Ron,

she took the blame, and the troll sparked a great friendship on Halloween.

a dog-bit Snape limped, livid with a suspicious Harry, the game followed,

nervous Harry took guard, soon in demand, but a directed blip followed;

Quirrell tumbled away, as Snape’s robes set on fire, Hermione the witch,

the jinx broken, the snitch conquered, victory! Oh, spectacular Quidditch.

a dampened Flamel search, lit by christmas colors, chess, raining of gifts,

flute and anon invisible cloak, curiosity thrilled, to reach a mirror unused;

Harry with his family , an autonomous Ron, showed the deepest desires,

neither knowledge nor truth, thrusting prophet was The Mirror of Erised.

Severus as a referee a downer, a leg-locked Neville added to the gloom,

Chocolate Frog cheered him, Harry all! Eureka, the philosopher’s marble;

eyed by Snape, Harry won the sweet snitch, and  Albus with the rabble

erupted;  far Quirrell/Snape trembled, the prized gift of Nicholas Flamel.

the stone, a treasure, guarded by hell of spells, fluffy, irony in the name,

said the visit to Hagrid’s, a pub-earned dragon egg, definitely a  bane;

amidst golden immortality, Draco ensured they saw the baby’s back,

final lapse, all in trouble, Charlie had Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback.

law-breakers, lost points, last place, hero to zero, so quick is the downfall,

detention the last nail,  stone to be nicked, broken seemed Quirrell’s will;

unicorns slayed for existence, in blood the hooded beast quenched thirst,

inevitable! Ronan, Bane and Firenze; oracles of The Forbidden Forest.

against Neville, they set out for the stone, Albus away made a bleak quest,

music on Hagrid’s fluffy, scholastic Hermione past Devil’s Snare of Sprout;

seeker Harry, hero, Flitwick’s key charms,  Ron, Minerva’s chessmen lore, 

Hermione won Snape’s logic phial, ending journey Through the Trapdoor.

stood back-head Voldemort man, seeking a stone, forcing Harry to fetch it,

mirror, Harry bond for the stone, struggle of goodness, Harry blacks out;

3 days, all well, house champions, stone cared for, was Albus, all answers,

joyous trio back home, as the late Quirrell was The Man With Two Faces.