drought

My land so fallow

my heart so hollow

every year I look up

to find clouds,

come which never would

and then I turn around

to see

seeds I sowed

weeds I mowed

mouths I created

hopes I shattered

I have reached my limit

with the end of my wit

I have killed my desire

pushing my life to prespire

But not a tinge of green

not a drop of growth

not a drop of water

not a hope of life

Cant see the pain

my only bequeath

Cant feed my family

my only owning fully

I plan to die

to kill the rent

Before that,

I plan to cry

my one last try

So,I stretch my vocals

to curse the gods

But words too now

have just gone fallow

My land so fallow

my heart so hollow

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A sad state of a farmer,who even after putting all his efforts can only plan the way of his death.

He is still thinking,better to die before the natural death,considering a suicide,being free from the landlord's rents,misery.Plotting to die so that he would not have to see himself and his family dying every single day because of the lack of food and life.Or rather waiting a little more to reach his natural death slowly

 while death eats him.

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Sadly,still a large part of Indian farming is at the mercy of the eccentric erratic rains.

Written for 3ww-Fallow,limit,vocal

Image source

Yes,there shall be:)

"and then at the end give us what we desire or deserved for

does he really give us that or do we belive that he has given us".

This thing has always eaten an important part of my mind.I don't believe in God.But all these years along I have been made to believe that whatever happens,happens for a reason,all happens for good.
CRAP....
What I have figured out is that finally we as human beings are quite jovial hopeful creatures.We tend to find happiness everywhere.So,after a long ardous struggle whatever we get we see it as too much and worthful.In short we adapt to it.Thats the naked truth.But the point is we are happy with this arrangement and it actually helps us out in these trying times.
And yes in happiness we seem as far more better beings,seemingly less irritated,less frustrated less complex.
2 things for this.
Firstly,this phase is our frustrated sad phase,we are less busy and see more of these things,these bad events,the sadness.
Might be you are true over here.


But,secondly this is the challenge.At times not so good.
Are we good!!!
I hope we all would be.
And I believe:
"There shall be showers of blessings..
this is the promise of love...."
Let's wait till then:)


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In reply to a wonderful friend's thoughts in her blog collection of happiness.
We had quite a few series of bad events and some part of bad had rubbed my beautiful wonderful friend.
And then she asked,asked why all this and till when.
And this was what I said to her and have always felt.

~Harsha

Mahatma and me

My son while I look at you from up down here


I see you running for what you dont know
I see you fighting for what you dont want
I see you crying for what you have not lost


I too was ambitious but not like you
I too was greedy but not like you

Ambition for me was to see my people free
Greed for me was to see the poor man's glee


You too are incredible,like everyone down there
But dont be incredulous for everyone down there


Have a wish,wish a hope 
to believe the unbelievable
Have a want,want a desire 
to touch the unattainable


I remember last time we had a fight
So ugly that I still want to rant
You laughed at my says
and I objected to your ways


But now I see the point
as its clear to you
We all want a world 
with peace as in the woods

So you and me
lets sing a song
Yes you and me
lets plant a plant


A plant of humanity
A World of sanity


Lets all be together
Wish us luck
So that we,
can clean the muck


Let us all together be human
So that the next time
When I look at you from up down here
I would wish from the core of my heart
Not to call you here but to come down there...
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Today being the birthday of Mahatma Gandhi,I tried to see the World from his eyes,while he addressing me for most of my questions as well as for my answers.
There is a clash of ideas that I have witnessed and tried to show but from a different viewpoint.


I always had ideological differences with his(Gandhiji's) views,views of non violence,his stand at the time of Bhagat Singh's case,when he could have fought a battle for their release,the way he treated his family,the lack of fatherly love that never ever he bestowed to his family.


Because of these the other great things that he did,the non violence,the Dandi March,Satyagraha also came in my mind's conflicting contemplation.
But deep down in my heart I know that in he lies a great human being and he would aways be respected by me for the humanity he always endrosed,cause he is the one who has shown hope not only to India but to the whole world,hope that Non Violence is more powerful than Violence.


P.S.-I donot believe in afterlife or presence of a higher being(GOD),and the fist sentence is written to show the contrasting time period and ideological change. 


Written for 3WW-Ambitious,Incredible,Ugly



This wonderful image is taken from:Mahatma Gandhi in Type by Dencii @ Deviant Art.Visit his link to see more creative stuff she does.




~Harsha

wait-just wait

At times it is great to wait.

Is it so.
I was and am confused.
Sometimes things turn sour and this happens when you want them extremely sweet,when you have expected a sugar syrup dipped in Jaggery with chocolate toppings.
Love has this strange habit.
Sometimes I think why to expect at the first place and then somehow I fight with myself and agree that expectation is a vice and I conquer it.
But what to do at times when things become bad for the silliest reasons.
I always say that big fights happen for the silliest reasons coz big issues are always visible and hence worked upon.
I agree that what happened today,is actually nothing happened.
What happened was because of neither of us.
But what happened has made both of us sad.
I always believe in talking and sorting things out.
I always believe in rights and wrongs.
I filthily become judgmental at times when I am supposed to be a patient listener.
The sense of right dominates my other senses.Although I am trying to balance the act.
Actually trying to understand what needs to be understood.
I know that this is no big issue and by tonight itself you would call me.
But this period has given me time to contemplate,to see through me,in me.
I know I can't always be right and actually shouldn't be.
If it was for me,I would have called you a thousand times and would have made you see my point,cause thats my way of me.
But now that when you ask me to wait,I abide and at times during the wait am again and again bitten by my guilt-the pangs of which are so big that again and again I think that why I din't listen even if it was for the so called right in my head.
Cause for being right at least I must have listened to the storms you were witnessing.
Today's happenings are not cause of me not listening neither cause of me expecting much but something smaller than everything that we aren't able to comprehend.
So,for today....

Today I would wait-just wait.  

~Harsha

the weight of my tears

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The man behind the 3ww,(the prompt for which I wait with baited breath for all seven days,where I have met the most interesting writers)Thom G lost his father the past week.

My respect and sympathies for him.

Tc Thom.

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I turned back unable to control my tears.

I turned back not to let her know ever,

that even in this man there were traces,

traces scarred deep by the pangs of emotions,

portrayed by my sullen tears...

Grappled but not long enough to take my hanky out

Grappled but not long enough,not to let my tears pout

But the hanky was all thick

carrying signs of the passing time's wick

My past gloom,my past cries

My heart breaks and losses deep

All neatly cornered and beautifully creased

The hanky aged heavy unable to be creased

I searched it more

tried to hide like I always tried

in the days of yore

And then felt the drift

felt her hands in the mist

She looked straight through

And i knew it down true

Now a hanky won't be needed

and that was all that her eyes pleaded 

Yes,now a hanky won't be needed

Written for 3ww-Hanky,Thick,Drift


~Harsha

I am sorry my baby

A baby shrouded in a cloth

was a body cold in growth

life unhinged happiness dark

A void so big 

could I fill it with

anything that wasnt filth

Stuck in a jaunt

A macabre of emotions

Played havoc

while I buried you

your body inches deep

How would I sleep not to find you in the morn

I wake with a daze with the LUSTER in your voice

You fade in a haze like amber in the blaze

I never knew 

death could be so strong 

I never thought 

a THREAT could go so wrong

There is only one truth and that's you are not near 

There is only one truth and that's you will never be here

The toys that I bought I have thrown them all

The cloths that I bought I have burnt them all

Time will move and grow you will

grow you will but not in your grave

but deep,deep down in my mind 

I would see you play

see you sing and see you fight

I am searching for your GLARE

from deep down there

At least just stare

for my miniscule lack of care

But all I see 

is a beautiful smile

all I see 

is something that can now never be here

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Sometimes we see things so sad so melancholy we wish that this would never have happened.

A few days back I came across the unfortunate demise of a baby hardly 4 months old.

~Harsha

CONSCIENCE

Brood,you bitch

cry you bastard

for your sins 

sins till life lasted

cause one day cause of you 

your life would be christed

you thought you could run away

run away from what you do 

run away from what you feel

Stop casting that hideous grin

Stop casting that clever gaze

I will kick your butt

and pinch your gut

while you try 

try hard to run,to fly 

but I would never stop being your ally

I will pull you from your darkest alley

to tell you

What you did

what you hid

to tell you

                                 YOU ARE GUILTY