My First Day at Hogwarts
On a Saturday morning,
I woke up in pain.
Perched on top of my head,
Was an owl shaking its mane.

As I focused my glance,
the owl got clearer.
There was something clutched in its beak;
a pale yellow letter.

When I opened it,
words started to bloom,
Mr Y. Vartak,
The inner bedroom.


‘You have a place
in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,
Points will be taken for wrong,
and awarded for bravery.’

I showed it to my parents,
Who were not at all surprised.
They were in fact very happy,
I am a wizard I realized!

We took a plane to London,
Visit Diagon Alley.
In a hurry to buy my first wand,
robes and stationery.

It was the first of September,
so we hurried to Kings Cross.
We got to platform nine and three quarters,
after struggling through the chaos.

I had everything in my trunk,
I had nothing more to get.
My parents surprised me,
by giving me an owl as a pet.

I got a seat in the Hogwarts Express,
and put my robes,
There was a boy opposite me,
he was juggling bewitched globes.

We got off the train,
At Hogsmeade Station.
There was an amazing castle,
that was beyond my imagination.

We rowed across the lake,
sitting on boats,
It was getting colder,
so we pulled on our coats

We entered the hall,
Full of eyes.
There was a roof above us,
that represented the vast skies.

There was a dusty hat,
in the middle of a stage,
It had a rip near the brim,
so it looked older than its age.

A professor named Minerva,
Put that hat on my head.
The rip opened like a mouth,
Interesting is what it said.

The Sorting Hat as it was called,
said that he had to think some more,
After a while it yelled:
‘He’ll go in GRYFFINDOR!’

I joined the Gryffindor,
at the Start-Of-Term Feast.
We were so involved I talking,
we cared for our sleep the least.

After the feast, we departed,
for Gryffindor Common Room,
Outside the portrait hole, there was,
a shiny black broom.

I changed from my robes to my nightdress,
lay down watching the dying ember.
My eyelids were getting heavy,
I walked into a deep slumber.

This poem is written by me,
Yash Singh.
Specially written for my favourite,
Joanne Kathleen Rowling.

आज भी हुबहू याद हैं वो पल,
जब पहली बार एक दूसरे से वादा किया था,कि मिलेंगे ज़रूर कल;
कितने हसीन थे वो दिन,
आज वो ही यादें बन के सिमट गए,तुम्हारे बिन।
नजाने कितने किये थे वादे,सब निभा भी नहीं पाये,
अब शायद चलेंगे वो भी हमारे साथ कफ़न में,
उनको भी धकेल दिया उस हसीन यादों के सफ़र में ।
जब-जब भी रहें साथ,रंगीन बनाया हर एक लम्हा
उन लम्हों को देख बेरंग हो जाया करता था ये सारा सम्हा ।
अब वजूद नहीं रहा उन लम्हों का,
वो लम्हें भी हिस्सा हैं उन्हीं यादों के समूह का।
नहीं सताते अब वो पल जो साथ बिताए थे,
बल्कि गम हैं उन वादों का जो अधूरे छोर आये थे,
क्योंकि वो सारे वादे भी उन्हीं हसीन यादों नें ही करवायें थे।
-Yash Vardhan
(गुमनाम गालिब)

Like a wave
The mind runs on in search of happiness
Without understanding the nature of life
Desire is just a small fish
But it grows into a whale
And even after catching the whale
We still want another small fish
The wind blows
The boat rocks
On top of the waves of desire
The heart beats
Life happens
Because of the waves of desire
The waves are only on the surface of the sea
Deep inside,the fish are free
The desires are only on the surface of the mind
Deep inside there is just the dance of ecastasy
When you realize this, you will be blissful
And all the waves will be
WAVES OF BLISS.
                                    -Yash Vardhan.

If you practice CRITICSM
for me its just like following TERRRORISM
To CRITICIZE
will not make u WISE
just stay cool as ICE
and from educated person try to seek the required ADVICE
This will help you to be NICE
SO THINK TWICE
BEFORE YOU CRITICIZE...
                         -Yash Vardhan.