It's been so long
since that last
- touch -
I've forgotten
I've once felt.
On frozen stone
no moss has grown;
touch me
and I'll melt.

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Harryaiku:

Creating magic
in a world of seven books,
the best witch - Rowling

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When I first read Harry Potter,
I knew the Hat really oughter
sort me right in Gryffindor,
with all that adventure in store.
Or if not that, then Ravenclaw,
a genius as per Hogwarts law.
But surely not in Hufflepuff -
I'm not hard-working or even tough.
But what if I'm meant for Slytherin?
A glorious life through crime and sin!
Confusion! But what ended the struggle
was the sad realisation that I'm a muggle.

#20YearsOfHarryPotter #SquibBhiChalega #LekinMuggleAukat

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'Cry Baby'
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She's a pretty peahen,
who wants to give birth,
but recently, the peacock began
to measure his tear glands' girth

When she was under,
and he got up on top,
to her shock & wonder,
he cried and didn't stop

She opened her beak
to tell him to halt
But before she could speak,
she tasted liquid salt

She was quite indignant
as his tears slid down her throat,
and thinking she was pregnant,
the peacock danced to gloat

"I believe what he said,
He's a high court judge!"
so peacock bought his cred
and refuses, now, to budge.

All he does now is blink;
the matter is complex
'Cause her stupid boyfriend thinks
that's how peacocks really have sex.

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My heart's been stuck in a traffic jam,
there's a pileup but who gives a damn?
It's all choked-up for the next few miles...
It'll clear, but I guess I'm here for a while.

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Rarely, sleep to me does come,
to me: the special, chosen one.
And even when he comes, I find,
he struggles to make up his mind:
"I think I'll stay... or should I go?"
He's less a friend & more a foe.
But sleeplessness, now, he & I
are friends, he is a stand-up guy.
We'd stay up nights over a drink
with neither forty nor one wink.
He's always ever there, you see,
he knows just what is best for me,
and sleeplessness with me will stick;
but sleep? he's just a massive pr*ck.

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Some days I feel like a saviour,
other days, I'm positively villainous.
But what best defines my behaviour
is, I'm positively 4th street Dylanous.

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in the green meadow
a sapling asks a question
Why are some leaves brown?

a willow responds:
life is as the winds that blow -
travel staying put

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before the ritual of departing,
we return to the starting
point, a dimly lit joint
known for its drinks
we call for two glasses
(because sharing is caring),
the ice in them clinks,
and a sober evening passes.
so we call for the bill, add tips,
and as we mouth goodbyes,
smiles worn on stretched-out lips
don't quite reach our eyes.
S.S. Hope sets sail and sinks
and what's left of our drinks,
diluted by the sad remains
of long-since broken ice,
leaves vaguely matching stains.

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He skulks in a bar,
all silent & brooding,
a fading once-star,
bitter, bad mooding.

He calls for his drink
(the rum and the coke),
continues to think
as he lights up a smoke.

Between puffs and sips,
he contemplates things
such as coming to grips
with the contemplating.

Mobius Strip thoughts
keep looping, repeating,
he feels like he is caught
in moments too fleeting.

He's neither an island
nor is he a rock.
So looking for dry land,
the swimmer takes stock:

He's a poet, a drinker,
certified overthinker,
safety hook unlinker,
he's Titanic: a sinker.

And as his mind sinks
(it's up to its neck)
one last time it thinks:
"This guy is a wreck..."

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