sentiments and others

THE SOUL

2011-06-09T08:19:00.000-07:00

Sunrise I see with hopes around,

I take chances again to fish love...

True, caring, adorable and bonded,

Turn to look at some hearts near...

Undoubtedly the past has fill in insecurity,

Apprehensions yet hid behind smiles...

Fetching a soul who stands apart,

Someone who can read the hidden...

When scars get branded,

That soul still pampers the shown...

Thousands of glitters flashing,

Yet locates the real shine for thee...

The emotions seems so kiddish,

But somehow safe in thee heart...

Secrets get revealed,

Past bruises healed,

Even the darkest of the night,

Feels so short and tame,

When that soul comes and cuddles me!!

-HARITHA SINGH

when..

2011-05-18T07:43:00.000-07:00

when the hurricane hampers,

'over n out'says the time ,

still and state through the sword walk.

when the tears freezes to exit,

knocked down are the immediate thoughts,

yet the chance seems open now.

when the sounds around deafen up,

a load inert wave buzz straight out,

making the anomaly occur .

-haritha singh

2011-04-26T09:28:00.000-07:00

Heart pretends to be sane,

a touch makes the time halt.

somebody seems intuding,

yet there's just pleasure and no pain.

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PULLED THE PLUG..!!!!

2011-04-16T08:52:00.000-07:00

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

Making of my haven

2011-03-05T07:39:00.000-08:00

Making of ma haven,

passing through the judispruidice of unnamed sorts..

gulping down the tamed and then being proven....

There was a path mapped,

in the depth untravelled of Mariana trench,

yet few waves didn't ever planned of being escaped....

The compass shall loose its direction,

a breath-taking dive or a room of cascade mirrors,

neither would i get varied -the stone perception...

A peg of strong beer,

or a delight of few appreciation,

didnt make me bow for the dream of running deer....

The eerie earthed aim pacified me more,

even when God's signals haven't pointed there,

the dart did stuck to the unseen hot core...

Somehow , i know i shall make ma haven,

passing through the judisprudice of unnamed sorts..

gulpind down the tamed and then being proven...

HARITHA SINGH

NO MORE......

2011-02-18T05:26:00.000-08:00

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,

Those moments today has stopped its beats,

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

untitled...

2011-01-15T07:19:00.000-08:00

i donno y when my heart lays in serenity,
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...

-Haritha Singh

ABJECT

2010-11-23T06:00:00.000-08:00

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

LETTER OF REJECTION

2010-07-23T09:06:00.000-07:00

Throughout d maze I caught an envelope to live in,
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

youth quotes

2010-04-15T07:41:00.000-07:00

Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant with the weak and the wrong. Sometime in your life you will have been all of these.”Dr. Robert H. Goddard 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)

A PIECE

2010-03-27T11:23:00.000-07:00

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

MY CLICKS

2010-03-20T09:00:00.000-07:00

THE HOPES

AND THE SHATTERED HOPES...

I KNOW I’M ‘THE ONE’

2010-03-09T03:36:00.000-08:00

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

SAVE TIGERS...

2010-02-18T07:59:00.000-08:00

Just 1411 left.
Our national animal is fighting for its life.
From around 40,000 at the turn of the last century, there are just 1411 tigers left in India.
If we don’t act now, we could lose this part of our heritage forever.
Speak up, blog, share the concern, stay informed… Every little bit helps.
Aircel has partnered with WWF-India to help save our tigers. Explore the site to know how you can help.
Watch this space for updates from Stripey, the tiger cub.
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LETTER OF REJECTION

2010-02-05T06:45:00.000-08:00

I searched an envelope to live in,
Gazing at those not so close heavenly stars,
Just willing to be one of all,
Helpful, loving and caring.

Work is done in the anonymous present,
I waved an adieu to them,
Adoring the time I spent,
And those cute smiles that still amend.

Tune and leaps of just glowing me,
Lifted the soul of mine being for me,
Moved towards one who,
Who can intrude my winged heart.

Pledge, ever since turned the song,
Prescribed as the caller tune of thee.
Memoirs written deeply in the stained sheet,
Inked by me called “for all”

Moonlight, sweet quotes,
Entering the crystallized red gem...
Tearing the rising curtains of dignity,
Further pouring light to shine of intimacy.

Ah! My light,
The sunny day playing its game on me,
No labyrinth for my crystal to glow,
Just a vivid wind dwarfing with a blow.

On the table an envelope of mine,
Torn, mudded, unsealed.
Allowing thousands of feelings entering it,
Untimely, uninvited and still regarded.

Again when air blew away the cover,
There fell a letter,
Inked from “all” to “for all”
Handwritten by those stars in heavenly region,
Subject –letter of rejection.

-HARITHA SINGH

HAPPY CHRISTMAS

2009-12-25T06:36:00.000-08:00

HEY GUYS.. NJOY UR CHRISTMAS AND DO BE KIND LIKE SANTA...

UR PAL- HARITHA

SELF-BETRAYED

2009-12-12T06:34:00.000-08:00

What to say when time lags,
For the eyes just to find,
One who says a word of comfort,
Or make your moods blend.

Of course there is light at the other end,
The ladder to climb to fulfill vision,
To enroll yourself to the dreams so kind,
And the attire of confidence to move and shine.

But a pending word of request from my heart,
Just clasp my wings to say its sorrow,
Pulling me back the love I ever gave,
And so, might be it didn’t pay.

Unclaimed burns and unsaid tears,
Just riveted towards me.
Smiles and hopes,
Nothing to express- have conked out.

How a flame of affection I threw,
So, much of confidence and futuristic tones,
Stood every sunny day and dark eve,
To make a safe dwelling for me and thee.

Blue sky and those inbuilt companionship,
Over there did I pour down my inbound strength?
Empowering words to thee,
And happy acceptance of loneliness for me.

Can’t talk phrases nor the history,
It’s somewhat new and yet not sustained.
A relation to share,
With truth, passion and thoughts to pair.
That’s what made a precious treasure,
Unexpectedly all stolen and left my heart swollen.

Now, the thieve and planner,
Has shadowed its way in me.
I have grown stronger for the world,
Yet weaker as an innocent heart.

Suggestions, pain killers and prayers,
Haven’t worked its magic in my blood.
Just caught the tune so late,
To leave me gravely lame.
Held my mind suppressing my beat,
And found myself dead…
With the tagged post mortem report- self betrayed.

-HARITHA SINGH

SELF-BETRAYED

2009-12-12T06:32:00.000-08:00

hey guys

2009-12-12T06:27:00.000-08:00

hey ppl i know aftr long tym i have used my keyboard to flow my emotions..
went through a low mood and now just recovered...
so my poem aftr long i hope u guys like ..
do comment

HUG- A MIRACLE

2009-05-05T09:04:00.000-07:00

(JAADOO KI JHAPPI)

One sunny day in the midst of all stress,
I wake up late to fill warmth.
I still managed to make your heart press,
The secret pulses beneath.

All i aimed was to split the arrow,
In two good reasons for it to be,
In the way of your hands,
Which could make you feel free.

Then did u use me,
To remove loneliness from your own,
And peek in the hearts of all unknown,
Leaving you with loads of glee.

Now, you thought of me all the day,
And asked me “how did u make your way?”
Smiling I said,” dear I‘m HUG... Just a sec away,
And even the path is just within U

The best gift you can give is a hug: one size fits all and no one ever minds if you return it…

- Haritha Singh

few more pics

2009-04-24T07:09:00.000-07:00

FLOWERS OF HOPE

BEAUTIFUL SUNSET

THE WARRIOR LOOK

THE SHADOWS OF LIFE

-HARITHA SINGH

UNPREDICTABLE...

2009-04-09T10:36:00.000-07:00

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.

IM BACK..WITH KEYBOARD ON MA LAP.. Gonna keep typing !!

2009-04-07T19:49:00.000-07:00

2009-03-30T09:53:00.000-07:00

HEY GUYS XAMS ON HEAD..
SO SCRATTCHING MA GREY MATTER FOR IT...
BLOG. BLOGGING SHALL ALL RESUME AFTER APRIL 6TH...
BYEEEEEEE

SORRY

2009-03-22T09:09:00.000-07:00

SORRY FOR MAKING U GUYS WAIT FOR THE POST FOR SUCH A LONG TIME..
REALLY
I WAS MISSING TYPING IN MA EMOTIONS ON THE BLOG.. AS WELL AS UR COMMENTS..I HAV MA EXAMS FROM 28TH MARCH
SO WAS PREPARING FOR IT...
BYE

LOVE

2009-02-22T04:32:00.000-08:00

THIS POST I HAD WRITTEN JUST FOR THE ROTARACT CLUB..
WHATS SPECIAL IN THIS THAT I HAV THOUGHT OF IT FOR 5 SEC, WRITTEN IT IN 15 MIN..
AND MOREOVER I LOVE EACH N EACH N EVERY LINE I HAVE WRITTEN..
HOPE U ALL TOO LOVE IT.

“Why am I so close to you and why are you to me?”
that’s the query stuck in ma mind.
you answer me saying those 3 words melting me,
But there is something peculiar to it I find."

The above thoughts are located in the deep core of a heart of a person who is struck by the arrow of the cupid for a stranger. Whose inexpressible eyes somehow camouflage to the reality of innocent love and then be expressible –that which speaks, advices, taunts, teases, and give a propelling warmth.

Moreover, when the following lines are sung -

“I can see the warmth unlimited,
Even when scary doors are unlocked.
This one is from a soul, from which I have born,
And due to whom could see an unrestricted dawn.”
-A wind of blessings swing along the days of evil and ethereal, the love of parents is so pure and serene that even cries and mourns don’t effect it.

The child’s love for his/her mother is unconditionally explained in the most popular Hindi song from” Taare Zameen Par”:

“Never do I say u,
Mom, still I shiver seeing the darkness around.
Never do I express,
Mom, still I care for u abound.

U know every nook of mine, my mom

Never leave me stranded in such a way in the crowd,
Mom, that I can’t trace the dotted lines to home.
Never send me so far,
Mom, that u can’t recall my memories profound.” (TRANSLATED FROM HINDI)

And the most soulful connection is with God and his Angels..
So, LOVE is something which doesn’t require a day, a minute or a second it is a mortal that is preserved such undoubtedly with lots of memories of dew and glitter making our life like a pearl protected with it.
So, I LOVE U ---FOR ALL.

-HARITHA SINGH

HMMM..SAYS IT ALL..PICS CLICKED BY HARITHA

2009-02-18T05:54:00.000-08:00

THE HARSH AND COOL

THE SHADES OF SUNSET

THE NEW START

THE MISERABLE END...

I LOVE THIS PIC.....
-HARITHA SINGH

2009-02-14T08:36:00.000-08:00

Lets101 Quizzes - Fun Quizzes

UR MA ANGEL..........

2009-02-06T06:15:00.000-08:00

Dear blog visitors ,

Sorry for not being inflow of posting...actually was busy....

Now shall be typing in regularly with lots of poems and pics...so plz do comment on ma blog..

When I didn’t get any reason to speak to you,
I never felt the warmth of your’s.
Unconditionally we caught our pulses thorough,
And did hear the words which were unsure.
Now, when I be so true to you,
I feel never I would have been unless u had been.
Simple and pure I am you knew,
And never like others had you accepted my artificial purview.
Words were serene and your heart beats somewhat known,
Even though you hid it from me your view, for me it was shown.
Few moments I cherish and most I never will forget,
I hear you going far in future and the pinch I can predict.
The day when I read the hidden words of your’s,
I could connect it to my paths all far.
When you do like me so heartedly,
I feel whether you’re true or just in ma dreams moving placidly.

Your eyes do peep so caringly,
As if telling me – you’re mine always.
Beat per beat in your soul and harmony,
It seems you keep me so close specially.
“Why am I so close to you and why are you to me?”
That’s the query stuck in ma mind.
You answer me saying those four words melting me,
But there is something peculiar to it I find.
Don’t know why and how your eyes steal the glances from me,
And the shy that covers all over....in glee.
The sun, moon, doesn’t take part in this reality,
But all in all me and you …I don’t think its few.
Your care for me is all celestial,
And I’ m sure will be bound with me blithely.
Covering all the thoughts and visions,
Hope you never move away so calmly,
As you came in my life for the happiness of me.
You are hurt I will try to amend,
And even if I don’t specify to you,
That you are my angel or at least pretend,
The smile of mine for you will be till the end.

-HARITHA SINGH

more pics

2009-01-22T08:13:00.000-08:00

A TREE ALONE FACING THE HARSH HEAT

SUN PEEPS

FOLLOW THE LEADER

THE LITTLE DUCKS IN THE VAST POND.

-HARITHA SINGH

FEW RANDOM PICS.....I LIKE..HOPE U TOO

2009-01-06T06:21:00.000-08:00

HARITHA SINGH

2008-12-31T06:45:00.000-08:00

-HARITHA SINGH

COMPELLING REALIZATIONS....

2008-12-26T00:02:00.000-08:00

Bang it in your mind that you are not worth it,
You are not the person for the people having volition,
Volition filed with brains and not heart as rule,
Even you can't change it with your senseless pule.

Belying paths, your sentiments mazed,
All are deterrent, why don’t u make a pick?
Time won’t heal your wounds,
It’s you who has to play the trick.

Pink roses and angels celestial,
Under the blue sky many pretty smiles,
All your intellections are so unreal,
This kind faux dwelling won’t go miles.

For protection you hold clouds as priority,
And that’s what queering you with its chintzy quality.
Innocent eyes of yours are dreaming high,
Will be befogged in the ripe drape of sigh.

Your heart no more strong,
To pump along with bold long taunts.
Skating on the ice of belief,
You will skid then seeing the fire heighten.
If not so you will at least frozen,
And realize to remember the forgotten.

Uninvited you feel are my piercing,
Still I shall traumatize you with chockfull compelling.
Lonely you are and will be for me,
Can’t run away from own Realization ,thee.
Even when you bleed through niche,
Or try to have a soulful plea.

-HARITHA SINGH

MERRY CHRISTMAS...!!!

2008-12-25T06:21:00.000-08:00

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY BLOG VISITORS AND NET PALS...

MAY U ALL HAVE A WONDERFUL MOMENTS FILLED IN THE PATH TOWARDS A NEW YEAR AND UR SUCCESSFUL LIFE.

MAY JESUS GUARD U WITH HIS BLESSINGS AND THE ANGELS CONSORT U WITH ALL THERE ETHEREAL GLITTER.

-HARITHA SINGH

LEMONADE AWARD…wow!!

2008-12-24T01:12:00.000-08:00

I have always been inspired by my own views and reality troubles and pleasure. But frankly speaking when I pen down the reasons for those inspirations there few people who I cant forget…my parents – Mr.Prabhakar Singh & Mrs. Vijaylakshmi Singh, God , my angels on whom I believe and obviously an important and most necessary part of ma blog my Commentators …I really appreciate the thought of few of my friends too..

It’s really a great inspiration forwarded to me by illeen , who has tagged me for the lemonade award…!!!

I hope I fulfill all my hopes of my blog visitors and appreciators…I respect your criticism as well as applauds.

And yes thanks to the main site… blogger .com..

Do keep reading and commenting on my blog so that I keep improving… and ya, love you all...
Hey guys... And plz do publicize my blog more..What say ain’t I worth it...Hmmm I think I am…!!! Hehee. :) And you can also suggest any eyeshot or topics you want me to include in the blog U read…

Now,
And now the rules,

# Put the logo on the blog or post

# Nominate blogs that show great attitude

# Link the nominees within the post

# Let them know that they have been tagged

# Link to the person who has nominated me

There are many blogs which I read and jaunt through, there are few which I love to abide…

illeen

Hitch writer

Poetic perceptions

Nikita porwal

Selfish poet

Keep blogging...
and ya do comment on am blog… n anyone like ma blog do follow it so I know about it.

: )

- HARITHA SINGH

SPIRITS ARE HIGH...

2008-12-14T08:03:00.000-08:00

When I stand to see my shadow following me,
I realize there are few thoughts which are there too.
Eerie darkness camouflaged with my shadows,
And giggles I could hear of glee.
Leaving all behind I moved forward with it,
Travelled every nook of the supposed ambit.
“All’s perfect and will be for god sake…”
A mute mentation remained in stake.
Sudden rise of fierce power I felt,
And a sour dream all came true.
Just the wake up call rang and all ran away,
When fire maintained its aim in sway.
Intense revolution could be initialized,
And for that all needed to consolidate.
The spirit of the country flared high,
All the installed plans ran low in shy.
I knew this spirit remained in the hearts of many,
But the unplugged codes required to be plugged,
And so was the time of unsaid connections fused.
I salute this spirit which battered firm,
I salute the great hearts that live after death,
I salute the torn frame of deeds,
I salute every moment I lived in this city in the great country.

Salaam Mumbai ….jai hind…!!!!!!!!!!

- HARITHA SINGH

beautiful pics..clicked by me..!!!

2008-12-10T05:16:00.000-08:00

some pics which effusively contain true moments in

each colour of natural beauty heartily explaining happiness or mourn

-HARITHA SINGH

CRAVE...!!!

2008-11-28T21:14:00.000-08:00

Crave…

Changes occur in a mind and soul of a person,
As there is crave for insane summons.

When you turn back and see your past,
You put all roles of frustrations to play as a cast.

All relation for you are altered,
All actions of yours are self-centered.

Lashing is your pretence care,
It fills me with ruffle emotions all in scare.

How could someone ditch a pal?
Kind of degraded thoughts you have taken seize,
In a soul of a pal whom loved so deeply,
Deeply…so I feel wounded continuingly revize.

Crave…has made you inhuman,
Your heart consist of all veins hard,
And blood has all fouled.
Why those amicable threads have you broken?

Don’t be so rude to your heart beats,
And be away from calling yourself ‘a cheat’.

Don’t drown in the pond of crave,
Just free fall from the sky and be brave.

Hope you will leave your stinginess,
As your scruples itself know it will lead to your loss,
If not then you have even lost your thinking cap,
Identity of yours I am sure one day will feel all crap.

- HARITHA SINGH

50 POSTS!!!

2008-11-19T22:15:00.000-08:00

heya blog visitors n m a friends iam happy that i have completed 50 post ..n hope to continue long by ur blessings....thank you

by HARITHA SINGH

STILL THE HEART BURNS ?

2008-11-06T00:52:00.000-08:00

“Heart is so coarse,
Unbelievably, do I have 2 believe the truth?
Vexations do smother me in force,
And foes do gather to offend me in core.”

“How deep should I know you my friend?
How calm should I be to bring a long amend,
When I am there to face the bruises due to turns,
Why do you tell still my heart burns?”

“Cunning is the world behind,
And hopes are so unkind.
Lone you...Should I believe?
Are you sure your heart beats?”

“Playing possum is not my rage,
And my feelings for you is entirely in pace.
In case you don’t believe genuine trust,
Then I can surely say my heart burns.”

“I do trust you but not your dwelling,
Dwelling!! , which is so nitwitted?
Even my eyes feel so strafed,
With the all reality I see …oh so harassing.”

“I understand that the reality isn’t so graceful,
And the pains taken of those shattering hopes aren’t peaceful.
Rainbows aren’t allover remaining just in there,
Without the noise of mortal I shall accompany you with care.”

“Disarray of my mind isn’t helping me anymore,
I have to be steady to have a view pure.
I hope you are with me when I get a kiss of death,
I believe you are my support in further life left.”

“Yes, surely I shall be with you when your right,
And if world isn’t false then will prove them right.
Now, when I am with you for good of yours,
Will you ever say that still my heart burns?

i hope my friend understands me..that iam always there with him........

iam waiting for the reply..

-HARITHA SINGH

DIWALI PICS GUYS!!! volume 3

2008-11-02T01:07:00.000-07:00

THE MANGO LEAVES

Mango leaves are hung at the entrance signifying purity

THE SWEETS AND OTHER FOOD ITEMS (PRASAD)
'atharsa'(the pic below shows it.) -it is neccessary , udad ka laddo (bengal gram sweet),

mysore pak(also prepared by south indians ), banana or any fruit and

as water for God the Ganga water with tulsi leaves (normally ganga water isnt available so normal water)

THE GOD

KALASH (containing the coconut and the brass pot) is decorated with lotus , rose, turmeric plant , mango leaves n flower garland, especially we decorate with jewels signifying wealth.

THE "POOJA "
Pooja is done by reciting slokas, mantras, and lighting diya , agarbattis ( scent sticks).

atlast we also burn sursurvati ( electric sparklers) to signify happiness and brightness.

THE MATKAS (SMALL POTS)

When DHANLAKSHMI POOJA is done to worship Goddess of wealth, matkas filled with 'dhan' are kept signifying full felged wealth with "good deed '(flowers are kept on the dhan)

'dhan' are made of rice.

matkas are kept always in odd numbers..1.3.5.7....

THE CRACKERS
Crackers are burnt just to signify hapiness and brightness in life.It is burnt by the holy fire (light of the lamp made of brass.)

-HARITHA SINGH

DO COMMENT ON HOW YOU LIKED THE DESCRIPTION OF POOJA.

ENJOY!!!

BYE.

DIWALI PICS GUYS!!! volume 2

2008-10-31T08:02:00.000-07:00

AND THE CANDLES OF HAPPINESS..

THE ARRAY OF HOPES

THE GODDESS

THE 'PHOOLJADDI'
CRACKERS !!!

DEAR VISITORS IF U BURST CRACKESR THEN STOP

BECAUSE UR BURNING UR OWN FUTURE...

GUYS BE PRACTICAL OR ATLEAST SELFISH..

SAVE UR FUTHER GENERATION !!!!!

next volume about 'pooja '

Interesting for those who wanna know the rajput culture..
-HARITHA SINGH

DIWALI PICS GUYS!!!! volume 1

2008-10-31T07:32:00.000-07:00

SHOPPING...SEE THE RUSH

OH GOD!!!

THE DIYA

THE DECORATIONS..

(well d pre-said creativity lies here)

observe the too snaps arent they same yet different..!!

yeap the below one is taken by the negative mode of the camera

n see the effect..it looks as if someone has blow painted on a single-lined sheet

-HARITHA SINGH

2008-10-27T00:14:00.001-07:00

happy diwali to all my blog visitors and friends

next week i shall post in ma pics of diwali with some creativity..

dear visitors, do read ma previous i.e the post i typed in at the starting year of the blog..i would appreciate it.
ur pal,

Haritha Singh

MY OWN FAVOURITE...WHENEVER I FOLLOWED THOSE FOOTPRINTS..

2008-10-21T08:33:00.000-07:00

heya guys...this poem very close to ma heart... i believe it has been my situation whenever i have supported the truth...but still i follow those footprints of honesty... do read the poem n comment...ur friend....Haritha Singh

There were days when I sensed the threat,
I felt as if I was in grievous depth.

Every time I splintered and descended,
Slept on the bed of unconsciousness,
Thoroughly I died as if I never existed,
And nor my eyes noticed the spirit of placidness.

Daunted was I with those haunting and intolerable shouts,
And all the colourful lines ceased into dark spots.

Swollen heart was in my unavailing body,
And my pulses always tuned songs shadowy.

Tortured were my thoughts,
Could hear only those undesirable mourns,
Could see all pair of eyes in doubt,
Was caught in a dark narrow alley showing no dawn.

It was very rare to feel such things,
But still unable was I to handle those poking instincts.

The lane on which I travelled,
Had many other lanes adjacent.
Several friends of mine travelled on those lanes,
Many following each other in the past, future and present.

But when I switched on my flickering lights of consciousness,
I observed just one person in front.
Running towards him I put forth my question in avidness,
“Friend, why am I feeling so exhausted, about me.. Why people are ignorant?”

Smiling he answered “dear, you are travelling on the path of truth”
I was surprised with his answer.
Again I questioned him rubbing my eyes with eager,” who are you?”
“I am the person who is followed by few,
Dear! I am honesty- your preacher “

I turned back and saw no one,
Hugging him tight, I fell deep in my soul own.

Whenever I followed his footprints,
I realized the pain pf putting my words in print.
But still I am happy once I cross those lanes,
As honesty holds my hands when I feel lame.

Whenever I follow his footprints,
I feel the strength of being alone…
-

HARITHA SINGH

2008-10-19T08:01:00.000-07:00

The peaceful sunset

The famous ISCKON Temple

AND........

THE CAMERA EFFECTS

-HARITHA SINGH

TWO SIDES OF MUMBAI!!!

2008-10-16T08:12:00.000-07:00

SEE THE SPEED ON THE ROAD OF MUMBAI

AND THE OTHER SIDE OF MUMBAI

THE CALM N PEACEFUL ONE

-PICS CLICKED BY

HARITHA SINGH

BY MY IMAGINATIVE BRUSH...

2008-10-12T10:35:00.001-07:00

See I have vision enchanting,
Rammed with all love and care depictings.
Its though my imagination,
I feel the goodness of life.
I can reach a beautiful destination,
Without any doubt or explanation.
Today, I saw a cupid in the cloud,
And yesterday a sorcerous world.
I don’t know when this vision becomes true,
And when the mankind becomes shrew.
I have supposed myself to be always new,
New in all directions and so abiding by now.
My imagination has no bounds,
And absolutely has no grounds.
I never sense solitude as I have my Lilliputian friends,
And feel ever-creative while designing my own trends.
No appreciation, no competition,
I have no moment which is bland.
I can take flight with my own wings,
Enjoy dangling on the sky-roofed swing.
Blimey! The elf’s straying around my head,
And those talking dolls on my bed.
My life is so splendid and fresh,
All due to my imaginative brush…!!

-HARITHA SINGH

VIVID KNOWN

2008-09-20T10:43:00.000-07:00

When I stood one day for the prayer,
Stranger fleeting behind me, I sensed.
A calm wind whisked by my heart,
Felt as if a known went apart.

On my birthday, a gift I received,
From a far relative of mine, after long time of depart.
On the greeting card was written those words,
I still remember…”for the cute sis and bro”.
I was dismayed to read those,
And a thought provoked in the course.

In the Elysian time by almighty,
Were the meeting with the unknown occurred…
Amazingly, he looked same as me,
A cute smile, chubby cheeks and those silky hair ,
Only one thing different was the glittery cover.
I tried to communicate to him,
Tried to feel his heartbeat and blood…
But I just blinked by eyes and he vanished.

He peeped so caringly,
Felt my sadness more intensely…I knew.
He sung songs of my feelings and emotions,
Then I realized that he is my own ,without any notions.

A matured question stroked my mind,
I asked my mother –kind.
She explained me the connection of the soul and me,
He was no one but my dead twin brother.

Tears of mine fell on his heart,
He stood aside me for hours.
He never held me or hugged me ,
But still he shared a bound apart.
Ya, he is a vivid known,
World doesn’t know that he is my own- my twin soul
-HARITHA SINGH

FEW PICS I LOVED CLICKING!!

2008-08-29T10:22:00.000-07:00

AREN'T THEY BEAUTIFUL...!!!!

when will i shine?

2008-07-20T06:36:00.000-07:00

See I want to shine…
I had to say the world the opinion hidden in me,
I had to hid the memory that hurted me,
I had to hurt the person who restricted me,
I had to restrict my dreams for the ain who had dreamt for me.
The reason behind is still running round remaining unknown,
The past somehow connects with present turning all in vein.
Fire in heart succumbed its passion,
Hands left behind its action,
What’s the reason for the tears of mine?
Why couldn’t I shine?

I still feel the breeze of fame,
The wave of upcoming dreams,
I want to hear…see there’s her name,
Confidence should move through my heart streams...
So much of the truth I faced,
Then too the imagination never confessed.
The moon I see right from my house,
Pulls my soul towards it…
Towards it a feel of possession reaches out…
But back comes the pull of negation.
Oh god!! Please let me know,
When will I shine…?
When will I meet my moon?

- HARITHA SINGH

the moon seen from ma house

2008-07-02T08:08:00.000-07:00

see this is the moon i speak to every night

2008-06-26T06:50:00.000-07:00

A man's face made of animals

is it a man's face or a women reading a page

see carefully at first u will seea old mans face at the left corner

but it isnt..there are two women standing there

Let’s drench in the rain !!

2008-06-13T23:24:00.000-07:00

“Here the rain comes and smile reached my eye,
The mud smells so sweet and my remembrance reached the sky.
Thunder and lightning pierced through my heart,
Now your sadness is all in my cart.”

“But I am scared of the lightning,
And the thunder haunts my soul.
My tears are rolling my cheek,
And you are solacing me….”

“The solace is in wind and my love,
You will feel it all through your throbs!!
Its time you share those tears of yours,
To the driblets pouring down...”

Don’t fear the world!!!!!!
Leave the binds and bounds,
Let’s step on the wet grounds…
Come on, let’s drench in the rain!!

Let’s drench in the rain,
Iam sure you will polish off all your pain.

see the pics !!

2008-06-03T06:41:00.000-07:00

see the pic.... which 2 animals do you see?

well, its swan ( left) and squirrel (right)

same as above....if observe from left you see a duck face

and from right you see a rabbit.

Are they two women talking to eachother or a devils face ?

After we moved apart…

2008-06-02T00:02:00.000-07:00

After coming to him I felt,
I felt the change in the wind,
So pure and calm it swept.
It didn’t matter the time that drifted,
But splendid where the whispers of silence.
Wispy, the feeling were in the soul,
The mixed fear, love, confessions in all…
Those glances of him gave away soft smite,
Look’s so innocent and charming insight.
His care poured into ma heart mystifyingly,
Switching the smiles placidly.
Hours did pass along the way of care,
So the departure also had to occur.
Then came the tears in niche of heart,
And christened him ‘the special one’ for me.
Never the sadness spoke out from me,
Thinking the pain of mine, he will sense.
While expressing adieu,
Sorrow surfaced his eyes for me, I know…
After we moved apart,
Desire arrived of meeting again.
After we moved apart,
Crave arrived for true care…

-HARITHA SINGH

shayari

2008-05-24T06:24:00.000-07:00

लकीरे हमारी कहानी बताती है,
रंग हमारी खुशी जताती है,
आंसू हमारी दुख दिखाती है,
मेरी दोस्त हमारी खुश- नासिभी कहलाती है।

- हरिथा सिंह

well, see the cat !!

2008-05-23T11:44:00.000-07:00

(these are photos taken by me..)

see, the cats too have their thoughts...

let me make u human scared ...

" what has happened? the human isn't scared of me?

but mom thought that we are relatives of the 'wild cats'."

"I think that mom was bluffing...ok!! lets leave the battle.

thats the rule..lets take a nap!!!"

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

- Haritha singh

WHERE HAVE YOU LOST ?

2008-05-21T00:50:00.000-07:00

I have lived up my life with you,
I met u along the sea,
In my house, in garden,
You have been piercing my heart,
Pushing those soft prayers of yours...
My eyes have always been seeing you,
Through my sensitiveness… I have felt you.
Frozen are my hands without yours in mine,
Overflowing are my thoughts with your presence.
I can’t believe a life without you,
You dear, you are my soul…
Continue to be ma soul,
Don’t pull it round to the heaven…
But I can’t believe few of those days I spent,
Where only with your spirit…!!
I am shocked, where have you lost!!
Are you pulled towards the heaven?
My angel you are departed from me...
But yes, I still see you in my heart,
my pulses and amity.

-harita singh

बस मेरे यार के लिए !!!

2008-04-19T07:22:00.000-07:00

याद रखना यार ये तराना मेरा,
दिल के करीब है दोस्ताना तेरा.
आँसुओ में झलक जाता है ,
परछाइओ में नज़र आता है प्यार तेरा।

पहलियाँ सुलझाते हुए दिन डूब गए,
अंधेरो में उमीदो के द्वार छूट गए,
एक ही उम्मीद है मेरा ,
की फिर वो दोस्त आ थामेंगा हाथ मेरा॥

अगर उसे भी किस्मत दूर लेजाये मुझसे,
तो क्वाइश है की फरिश्ता दोस्त मिल जाए उसे ।
बेसाहारो से जीने में क्या है ?
है , अगर मेरी मुस्कान उसके होटो पे खिले !

दिल तो बस एक खुली किताब है,
इस में वो दोस्त और मेरा खिस्सा है।
बस मेरे यार के लिए ये तराना है,
चाँद लाफ्सो से भी ऊँचे पर टिकना है..

-Harita singh

DONT QUIT

2008-04-15T07:46:00.001-07:00

THIS POEM IS VERY CLOSE TO MY HEART. THIS POEM IS PRINTED ON THE FIRST PAGE OF THE 12TH STANDARD TEXT. ITS VERY INSPIRING ...READ ON..

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up the hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must ---but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twist and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had stuck it out;
Don’t give up, though the pace seems low---
You might succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup.
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out ---
The silver tint of the clouds of doubts---
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re the hardest hit---
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.
- Anon

LIFE ! !

2008-04-14T06:29:00.000-07:00

LIFE,
LIFE ! the blessing bestowed by God,
It is for the felicity and the sacrificial trod.
It has been obsessing as well as drilling,
Breath-taking as well as damping,
But never forget there is always light at the end,
For which we have to amend.
We should be chill,
Without surrendering ourselves to the word ‘quit’,
Don’t set back your step due to peril,
Just put on the line and betoken your will

You can dance along the bushes wide,
You can be the person of ovemost pride

Be genial and impassioned towards your ain and wishes,
Dream through and live it to your zeal,
Be positive as your true friend will always pray,
And God lives right in your soul..

- HARITHA SINGH

2008-04-01T09:52:00.000-07:00

OBSERVE CAREFULLY : THE BORDERS OF TREE AND THE GROUND SHOWS A BABY

SEE THE PICTURE DONT U FEEL IT WEIRD....

shayaris

2008-03-21T07:32:00.000-07:00

Kaisa din hai jo suraj ke dhalne se dhal jata hai,

kaisa wada hai jo tufhan ke ane se toot jata hai,

kaisa soch hai jo rishto ke badalne par badal jata hai,

kaisa hai ye jivan jo doosro ke kehne par chalta aur rukta hai...

Pankho ke udhan karne par hum dilkhush kehlaye,

suraj sang doobnepar nakamyab kehlaye ,

pathar dil par rakh dost ko apne khushiyan sopdi to farishta kehlaye,

haste hue guzar gaye to bas bheed mein ek admi kehlaye...

- HARITA

shayari

2007-11-17T07:54:00.000-08:00

1. Kasmein hai jo dil tod jate hai,
dil hai jo dard de jate hai,
dard hai jo waqt ke sang chale jate hai,
aur waqt hai ki phir naye kasmein de jate hai

2. masoomiyat ki bhi kadar hoti hai,
waqt ko kat jae to chamatkar khehlata hai,
such hai to khuda sang hai,
joot ho to duan sang hai,
lekin yaakein mano to jo masoomiyat ki khadar karte hai,
we duniya ka nafrat aur khuda ke duan hote hai.

3. Mein kuch pyar ,kuch hasi
kuch aasu jama karti hoon,
beetien lamho ke narmi,
woh chanchalta ko seemat kar rakti hoon,
ye sab anmol kazana bas tumhare dil ke sath
vida karne ke liye hi karti hoon...

4. Tujhe rato ke andhero mein teri roshan manzil nazar aye ,
tufano mein bhi sitare nazar aye,
dushmani ke elako mein pyara sa dost nazar aye,
apko har dagar par khushi mil jaye ,bas tumhari zindagi...
meri in duao se guzar jaye

-- harita singh

PICTURES

2007-04-16T08:56:00.000-07:00

see osama 's face. it has dead [eyes and ears] and alive [beard]words in it

There are 2 words in one.me [outside] and you [inside]

You see a face which has eyes[huts], nose[girl] ,and so on

jokes

2007-04-16T05:15:00.001-07:00

Teacher : raj u cannot sleep in my class.
Raj: I can if u lower ur voice and do not pass by.

A boy walks into the library , goes up to the librarian and says,
“I’ll have a big Mac, a large fry, and a diet coke”
Puzzled the librarian tells him,” I’m sorry, this is a library.”
So the boy says [whispering very softly],”oh, I’m so sorry ….I’ll have a big Mac, a large fry and a diet coke.”

Conductor: ’Did u get home all right last night?’
BOY: ‘certainly! Are u insinuating that I was drunk? I was perfectly sober. Did u not see me get up and give that old lady my seat?’
Conductor: ‘that’s why I wondered, for u 2 were the only passengers on the bus.’

A man got his 4th child .He fills data in the birth certificate.
Mother: Sikh. Father: Sikh. Kid: Chinese.
“How come u write “Chinese” when both parents are Sikhs?” nurse asks him.
“aah”, replies the man,”it says in the newspaper that every 4th person born is Chinese.”

A tired man, on his way back from office, he got late for the bus. He ran after the bus and reached home huffing and puffing. He told his wife that he had saved Rs.3 by running behind the bus. Instead of getting an acknowledgement he got a big slap from his wife.
The man was puzzled. He asked his wife the reason behind the slap. His wife replied,” if u ran behind the taxi u must have saved Rs.70 instead of Rs.3”

kyon??

2007-04-15T04:52:00.000-07:00

Ab kisi ke liye hasti hoon,
To wohi roolata hai.
Aasma se dhoop ki guzarish karti hoon,
To wo garaz padta hai.
Taro ko dekhkar muskura leti hoon,
To we chand ko dekhkar muskurate hai.

Dukh ka gada jab bharjata hai,
To nam ho jati hai ankhe.
Na umang hai na tarang,
Na koi humsafar, na koi dost hai,
Meri zindagi akela hai,
Gumsum sa hai…

Rote hoye na has sakoo,
Bas rat ka sahara hai,
aasoo chupane ke liye.
par phir subah ata hai…
Mujmein aisi kya kharabi hai,
ki log mere raste pe akar hi mud jate hai..
Kyon dukh hamesha saath hi,
kyon pyar pana itna mushkil hai,
kya guna hai mera,
ki sabhi mujhe tukhra dete hai.

Kyon??
--Haritha singh

At last I am left alone.

2007-04-14T07:11:00.000-07:00

I was born as mortal - gift for my parents,
Was blithely nurtured with absolute care.
Sure was ‘me’ to withstand all frights,
Ascribable my possessed owns who gave my dreams the flight.

I strived to be the best in every aspect,
And faced all the threat.
Sacrificed love for the beloved,
Earned ally for satisfaction in life,
And benedictions worked...

Neither some context bestowed a privilege,
Nor truth I ever traced.
I don’t know why it happened so,
And never did I assayed to know.

People whom I enquired where are they departing,
They on contrary enquired where I am arriving...
No soul was plainspoken,
No one was true and gratified..

That killed me by heart stroke,
And all my feelings broke,
Even after so many good deeds,
I am left alone.

At home I had my relatives,
At way I had my wife,
At graveyard I had my son,
And at last I was left alone…
- Haritha singh

Indian girls lashed out..

2007-04-13T07:52:00.000-07:00

Culture at heart we spring up.
With full innocence at time we ponder,
Bounded truly with our gravitas,
Are we goanna open up our secret stargaze,
Or are we flaccid to face the populace.

The whole puerility goes vain in just dreaming,
And the time comes showing its red light to innocence.
Life begins to favor the mature tears of broken heart,
And proudly enters the shadow of shame to corrode us.
Okay! Then too we strive to be better for our ain,
decided never to sacrifice at any arduous contexts –our aim

Again and again we are forced to decline,
just in the faux world of true love.
If no! we are affronted with nonsense,
And then also if we stand proud we are lashed out……..
And there comes the end of our dreams and all strives,
In the world of God's culture and respect!!! -

- Haritha singh

pictures

2007-04-06T02:16:00.000-07:00

see the above picture carefully.....you can see 'big fun' word on the mans face!

see here George Bush's face has a hidden message-- 'peace / war'

Na root..

2007-04-06T02:03:00.000-07:00

Na root mere yaara,
Mera din dhal jayega.
Dil ka khushi toot jayega.
Rato ka chen ud jayega…
Na root mere yaar,
Mera geeto ka rasta ruk jayega,
Dhadkano ka sur choot jayega..
Kadam dagmaga jayenge..
He dost tera muskurana teek hai,
Masoom sa gussa teek hai,
Par tera rootna jaisa zahar peena hai.
Root na mera yaara
- Harita singh

ITS U- MY PAL....

2007-04-02T07:29:00.000-07:00

I know that those days were in company of yours,
And so was I raging towards happy go hours.
Night and day were blooming like flowers,
And were repleted with your friendly showers.
Dazzling was the sky for me,
Its all due to my pal- thee.
Love was the quality ultimate in u,
I can declare it without any clue.
We never compared our friendship to the heap of money,
The hope of mine and your care was true,
I didn’t require to prove.
Please comeback my pal,
I am waiting for you
-HARITHA SINGH

NA JANE KYON JINA HAI...

2007-04-01T08:59:00.000-07:00

Na jane kyon dil akela ro raha hai,
akhe itne kwaisho ke bawjoot soona sa hai..
Aage badne ki chah hai par dar lagta hai,
kisi par bharosa karne ko ji kare to bharosa toot jata hai,
rango mmein khot nazar ata hai..kyon?
Sahara ki bhik karoo to daman bheeg jata hai,
rasto par kate na ho aisa sapno mein bhi na hai.
rat tamannao se guzar jaye,
to subah hote hi dukh hi dukh hai.
aj ki kalyug aisi hai to age jine ka koi iccha nahi hai..
na jane aisa jina kyon hai..
- HARITA SINGH
i think this poem is applicable for all those teenagers who are alone in this world...

LIFE

2007-03-24T07:21:00.001-07:00

Life! the free grace directed by god,
it is for the felicited by sacrificial trod.
It is a blurred vision,
to a clear-cut passion.
The time my tender hands overrode towards maturity,
my innocence betrayed my inner intensivity.
we should be chill,
without dashing yourselves to the cruel kills,
nor be a victim of tormenting appeals.
You can terpsichore the bushes wide,
you can be a person of overmost pride.
You can hammer yourselves to the brutle wall,
and can be patsy of unwanted calls.
but remember your castle in spain,hazards,
can all be actual,
in this ethereal gift of the founder of life...
HARITHA SINGH

sentiments and others

THE SOUL

when..

PULLED THE PLUG..!!!!

Making of my haven

NO MORE......

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ABJECT

LETTER OF REJECTION

youth quotes

A PIECE

MY CLICKS

I KNOW I’M ‘THE ONE’

SAVE TIGERS...

LETTER OF REJECTION

HAPPY CHRISTMAS

SELF-BETRAYED

SELF-BETRAYED

hey guys

HUG- A MIRACLE

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UNPREDICTABLE...

IM BACK..WITH KEYBOARD ON MA LAP.. Gonna keep typing !!

SORRY

LOVE

HMMM..SAYS IT ALL..PICS CLICKED BY HARITHA

UR MA ANGEL..........

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FEW RANDOM PICS.....I LIKE..HOPE U TOO

COMPELLING REALIZATIONS....

MERRY CHRISTMAS...!!!

LEMONADE AWARD…wow!!

SPIRITS ARE HIGH...

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CRAVE...!!!

50 POSTS!!!

STILL THE HEART BURNS ?

DIWALI PICS GUYS!!! volume 3

DIWALI PICS GUYS!!! volume 2

DIWALI PICS GUYS!!!! volume 1

MY OWN FAVOURITE...WHENEVER I FOLLOWED THOSE FOOTPRINTS..

TWO SIDES OF MUMBAI!!!

BY MY IMAGINATIVE BRUSH...

VIVID KNOWN

FEW PICS I LOVED CLICKING!!

when will i shine?

the moon seen from ma house

Let’s drench in the rain !!

see the pics !!

After we moved apart…

shayari

well, see the cat !!

WHERE HAVE YOU LOST ?

बस मेरे यार के लिए !!!

DONT QUIT

LIFE ! !

shayaris

shayari

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jokes

kyon??

At last I am left alone.

Indian girls lashed out..

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Na root..

ITS U- MY PAL....

NA JANE KYON JINA HAI...

LIFE

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