Let me tell you a story about a Boy
Who had a broomstick and a wand as his toy
But alas! Nothing ever goes right
The only thing the Boy remembers from his childhood is a flash of green light
He was orphaned at the age of one
Lily died protecting her son
And his mother's love was a magic he would always carry
His last name was Potter; his first name Harry...
He was the only one to survive the unforgivable curse
No one knew how the spell had fired in reverse
For baby Harry had survived this curse in his cot
The monster who had tried to **** him was Lord Voldemort
The only thing left behind by this curse was what made him special - his scar
But his non magic relatives who took him in lied that it was the result of the crash of a car
Muggles was the name given to these non magic folks
Magic would stare them in the eye and they would still call it a hoax
It was not till his 11th birthday that Harry discovered the truth
When the giant Hagrid broke down the door; a sight that would give nightmares to any youth
While they were all trying to make sense of this human-giant hybrid
'You're a wizard, Harry' revealed Hagrid
Now it all made sense to Harry; the strangeness, the magic
And no his parents did not die in a car; it was way more tragic
So now Harry finally began his seven years at Hogwarts
And it was ensured that the strangeness would multiply now onwards
Harry was surprised to find out that the whole wizarding world knew about him
They were surprised to find out that Harry was not spoiled, but good - natured and slim
So on 1st September Harry Potter boarded the Hogwarts Express
Those who saw him gave him a look of impress
On this train he made his first friends and foe
But that was Harry's new life - with them he would grow
Potions, Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts to name a few
Those were their subjects and to Harry they were completely new
Thee year passed by without him knowing
And before he knew it, it was already snowing
He became the youngest seeker in a 100 years
It was not until the end of the year that he faced his worst fears
The monster that had tried to **** him had returned
But Harry cheated death again though he almost burned
In the seven years he had many an adventure
The Forbidden Forest was a place he promised himself he would never again venture
He reunited with his Godfather who had been wrongly framed
Harry was the only one to pass out because of the dementors which made him extremely ashamed
The potions master he hated had a history very long
It was only after Snape died Harry realised about him he had been so wrong
Dumbledore's Army finally overthrew Umbridge's reign
The only potion that controlled Lupin was Wolfsbane
This poem has the story in a very haphazard plot
Harry found out how to end Lord Voldemort
For this all the Horcruxes had to be destroyed
This was possible due to Dobby - your argument is void
In these seven years Harry understood friendship and love
Oh and his patronus was a stag; not a rabbit or a dove
To succeed in life you needn't go a great length
Just turn your weakness into your strength
The scar wasn't a curse; it was his gift
This story is about The Boy Who Lived...

Dunno why I'm saying
Never bought it but I'm still paying
I do smile but inside I'm dying
I dunno how to stop this worthless crying

I was so happy when I first met you
Filled with a dream that I might get you
You want to do it and I let you
But i never expected this I bet you

You just tore me apart and I didn't said anything
Cuz I wanted you to fly on your own wings
That's why I never shown you my wounds
Never let you know what my cry sounds

But you never saw what I was
Cuz you're busy in your own fuzz
More or less, I blame my own fate
I wasn't late yet you closed your gate

I used to stand out
Now I'm standing out
Forgetting everything,For which I fought
Cuz I had only you in my thoughts

But now I'm out
Lost everything,for which I fought
Lost everyone in this war
Got only thing,that was a scar
With a story behind
Which I always hide
So that no one touch
And no one find

Though my situation was tough
Running out of stuff
Just in collar and cuff
But I realised that I was enough

That day was my biggest win
I almost forgot you and my every sin
With the lights dim
Filled glass to brim
I began to dream
Of that ice cream
For which I was sorry
Now that's not a thing to worry
I know i can't afford you fish curry
But I knew that I could end up your worries

but no more regret
No more pray
I understood,it's me
Who wanted to stay
And it's you who started to play
I was made of clay
I didn't wanted to play
Yet I had to do
For sake of the two
You've won the game
You got the fame
Have No shame
Yet a big name
But I won myself
Like that dobby elf
Cuz I knew

I am enough

The poem is written as a female talking to her lover, as in the Song of Songs this symbolizes mankind conversing with God.


As the rain begins to fall, I ponder in my bed,

Thinking of being itself, and my thought-repleted head.

My mind it talks and talks, and symposises itself,

The Emissary Usurps the Master, like Dobby the house-elf.

Thoughts like ‘we exist’ cause me anxious doubt,

Late at night, I’ll walk alone and spontaneously shout.



I search for you in every door that opens in my mind,

I longed to catch a glimpse of you, even your behind.

My mind it talks and talks, and will not let me rest,

I need you to take me home, and soothe me in your nest.

Run your fingers through my hair and tell me  I’ll be fine,

Whisper gently in my ear ‘you can call me mine’.

Please undress before me, so I can see your naked form,

Print your face upon my breast, A place where you’ll feel warm.

Spill out all your secrets, let me lick them off your tongue,

Let us stay inside this room, until every song is sung.

Don’t leave me now, I beg of you, for the night begins to fall,

For we shall never meet again, it’s in the writing on the wall.

Place me like a stamp, a brand upon your heart,

Tell me where you’re heading, in that direction I shall start.

I’ll chase you all the night away and surely way past dawn,

My eyes will be spill with bleeding flames, but from my mouth never a yawn.

My mind, it talks and talks, and never lets me see.

I hope the branding stings so much that you can only think of me.