HEY GUYS.. NJOY UR CHRISTMAS AND DO BE KIND LIKE SANTA...UR PAL- HARITHA
Friday, December 25, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
SELF-BETRAYED
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.
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
hey guys
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
went through a low mood and now just recovered...
so my poem aftr long i hope u guys like ..
do comment
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
HUG- A MIRACLE
(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
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
Friday, April 24, 2009
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
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.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
SORRY
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
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
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