Friday, April 24, 2009

few more pics

FLOWERS OF HOPE


BEAUTIFUL SUNSET


THE WARRIOR LOOK

THE SHADOWS OF LIFE


-HARITHA SINGH

Thursday, April 9, 2009

UNPREDICTABLE...




In those shadows of scissors and knife,
Role of cotton ready to get drenched in red,
Scan reports and trips of energy,
Dwelt the pulses dead.

On the stained white bed,
Inscribed number slab,
Flickering bulb of green then red,
Survived the hopes in each heart throb.

Through the fine door holes,
Electric wires of life saver,
Conscious steps of needle and thread,
Counted time – the fierce wound chaser.

Without blood flowing in a non- living,
There blood was oozed out from a living.
Hopes, tears and then the fact,
All never remained intact.

A human from home rising to cast as soul,
With the lowering of life chances…50, 10, 1….

Unpredictable are the supporters of death,
Unpredictable are the order of time,
Relations so huge that are nurtured to tree,
And then stem bend to loose all the glee.

Lose of father is what made me realize,
That small happiness and huge burns,
All are unpredictable,
And unluckily don’t return.

HARITHA SINGH
HAPPY TO MOVE MY FINGERS ON THE KEYBOARD...
HOPE COMMENTING SHALL ALSO B FUN.