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

Making of my haven

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......

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

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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

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

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

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

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

THE HOPES

AND THE SHATTERED HOPES...

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