sentiments and others
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Thursday, June 9, 2011
THE SOUL
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
when..
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
PULLED THE PLUG..!!!!
Shades of the sketch does change,
To adapt with the intensity of light perhaps.
The shine ,the shadow
The sour, the sweet
The meek ,the geek
Have defined a line of situation, perhaps.
Fumed through untamed reverence,
Some have ‘pulled the plug’.
In a probability of intuition or inspiration,
Were prompted to move forward.
Dusky opines have showered confidence,
Making things different, perhaps.
Since, some conclusions were formed ,
Some have ‘pulled the plug’.
Yet the music sounds legato,
Yet the compulsions don’t pry.
Now past has calculated the do’s and don’ts,
Communicating the better, perhaps.
Making a come back in defiance,
Some have ‘pulled the plug’.
-HARITHA SINGH
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Making of my haven
Friday, February 18, 2011
NO MORE......
There were few smiles that were reserved just for the one,
There seemed to be a depth unconditional,
Time shall fly but now I may say ‘no more’.
My destiny must have been to shine,
Underneath d suppressed dreams of innocence….
I must have continued to remain close to someone,
That someone with whom I spent the most stressed moments,
But still the time may fly and I may say ‘no more’…
There must be an answer to the queries unmet,
Why is that something sculpted by me?
I had to disown under yobbish acts….
Under the humour I share,
Dreams I dare to live,
Hopes I try to empower …
Are memories which yet shall make me numb…
Still the time shall fly and I may say ‘no more’
-HARITHA SINGH
Saturday, January 15, 2011
untitled...
there seems to be a portion of it in darkness .
y is it so tht wen i throw a sparkle n smile,
the past shadows those to evil intensity ....
. never did i hurt but got hurted deep ...
bt now the truth shall prevail in me ,
gleaming the depth of mine undoubtedly...
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
ABJECT
Quick heart break is it all?
I know its crude, for me-not meant…
Yet rolling tears I have held it on.
Audacious soul has all gone,
Are things sorted to aver it stone?
How long my feelings shall remain adjunct?
So, ruthless the world…so abject…
Now, shall I prove my truth?
Or shall I make some “for the sake” oath?
Just that I remained quite,
Unsaid words have all been shadowed..
Standing, waiting below the sun of hopes,
Trying to be patient, I have tanned.
Standing tall on the mountain of dreams,
Lying on the foundation of lie,
No time –it just has to be abandoned,
Or shall be there –the abaddon.
Pulling the strings of darkness,
The direction is augmented.
But yet the wound is deep,
And clearly in life has impact profound.
How long my feeling shall remain adjunct?
So ruthless the world …so abject…
Pale has been the colour of life,
Yet a smile I adorn.
Pulse has gone mild,
Yet trying to hire some tone.
“Move on” is the abject self-tagged,
so, were stands the chance of you being bragged?
Turn has pushed its steps towards me,
Alibi, I have defended truly for thee…
Lending my past to no other,
No interest back nor the share of world to bother…
It will make me think again,
How long my feelings shall remain adjunct?
So ruthless the world…so abject…
- HARITHA SINGH
Friday, July 23, 2010
LETTER OF REJECTION
Just gazing at d heavenly stars,
Wiling to be one for all,
Depth inherent to carelessly fall.
Now the work is done,
I waived a bye to them,
Adoring the time I spent,
Leaving vivid memories calmly intent.
Getting tuned to glow ‘the me’,
I moved towards one who can be my shoulder,
Might be with will or without,
The pledges being fulfilled.
Moonlight, sweet quotes,
And ever ready passion of love,
All paved through the crystal thoughts,
Caved, engraved and catalyzed for thee.
Enclosed crystal in unpredictable life,
Ignoring the dignified off-key,
Standing as sun on hills silent,
To penetrate the darkness forgiving its mistakes.
Feeling free to share light,
Then caressing it with shadow of mine.
Sudden pull and there wasn’t a labyrinth,
For me, for my bright interest.
Now that all as dimmed,
I was no one but the rest,
Tomorrow there’s no morning,
The source seems to be stolen.
Knots entangled with me,
Left strangled with unlived hopes.
Neither the magician’s magic nor the shine,
As a fire gobblers who remained the identity.
Fate, thoughts or vision,
Without the culprit being found,
Today the magician, sun and hopes,
Sit gazing just at the letter of rejection.
-HARITHA SINGH
Thursday, April 15, 2010
youth quotes
There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.”
Sophia Loren quotes (Italian film Actress, b.1934)
