Life in words

Powerful enthusiasm,  misty thoughts; I endowed the passion of intensifying my vows with these two aspirations. Unfortunately, I turned out to be wrong,  wrong in the way I have always just dreamt, wrong in the way I never worked. Today,  I stand with my own language, my self made words, some mean to you some do not.  All that I have right now is just these bundles of letters.  And I know,  only these bundles have always been by my side. I have always wondered if there is any other alienated person existing in this planet but ever to mention such existence is always ideal. The vibe one gets talking to me is just 'some new experience' they say.  Oh my pretty soul, there is no-one noticing, I am more than just something new.

July.31.1980, the day a woman with gigantic power of imagination gave birth to a boy who lived. She not only gave me the inspiration for a living but also taught the values of death. She made magic alive, she empowered every child to do or do not but never just try. She is JK Rowling, an existing myth, a woman of power and every Potterhead's godmother. She has been an everlasting inspiration to each of us (Potterheads) through her interminable book, not exactly book, its life, it's Harry Potter. It's quite weird to be much of Potterhead and consider oneself a wizard but that’s the power in me that has inspired me to live every second of my life. Harry Potter Series and it's every character play an exceptional, phenomenal and the biggest role in every step of my life. I guess there isn't any Potterhead existing in this world who denies this. We seem crazy, probably HP obsessed but that’s the fact and it has a huge role in making ourselves bold. We may be atheists or...

Just in case, I remember why my heart beats up, I behold to a blaze , that is  in me, calling for a haunt. All this time, I enforced the will power to profound my bourne. I still can't say that I am now aware to the fact that I never listen to my entrails.  I have taken a wonderful turn, I can see my destination straight through the path I face. But, let alone I describe how the journey is, I am stuck at the inception trying to figure out this puzzle that would embark a redemption to this obstacle.  I can't decide if I'm scared or I am burning in sense of time. All that is bothering me is that I am not able to find a relevancy to my estate. Gloomy days, Gloomy ways is all that I am facing. There is no control to my emotions or my actions. I have just remained a living being who survives each day.