Saturday, March 27, 2010

A PIECE


I’m joining those pieces,
Lost in d air of distrust.
When budding of the blossoms,
Fear of thorns arises.
Under shade of haven,
There is the ain-who directs me to be hell doven.
Adjacent of better hopes,
Still dawning in the dark,
Possessing the short story to recite…with title,
I’m joining those pieces,
Lost in the air of distrust.


When an instinctual phrase,
Found a compatibility in me,
I went alone to justify the torn legislation.
Vanishing the sun shine,
Holding the moisture,
Lending to the clouds of disbelief of thee.
I m not the one to trod,
Face the unseen sword.
I’m the one to feel blood with impulse,
I’m joining those pieces,
Lost in the air of distrust.
-HARITHA SINGH

Saturday, March 20, 2010

MY CLICKS



THE HOPES
AND THE SHATTERED HOPES...


Tuesday, March 9, 2010

I KNOW I’M ‘THE ONE’


During the sunset,
When the blossoms are canvassing the truth away,
Spreading soothing scent of black magic,
I know then I’m the one.

Around the corner of discovery,
When the birds happily chirp there way,
Chilling breeze and endeavoring water passing by,
I know then I’m the one.

When a group of pals,
Engage with smiles,
Dashing revelations of unwanted miles,
Jealous talks and fashion street walks,
Waving bye to be alone,
I know then I’m the one.

Mirror’s reflecting green notes,
Lights glowing with precious stones,
Just light and the mirror play their games,
And then all fall tame.
After that when service to heart,
A strong bound is formed,
I know then I’m the one.

For what, whom, when and to all I can,
I pledge, plead and still stay.
With the ever narrowing lanes and self-moulding clay,
Standing upright near those evils,
Washing those tears,
Tearing the main pages of blames,
I identify the fighting flame,
I know then I’m the one.


-HARITHA SINGH