tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27029285479656624922024-03-12T21:28:59.128-07:00chaosChaos is what goes in my head.
Its all about my creative side(my apologies if you dont feel any;)
Well,basically my poems and my stories which get rejevunated by my daily accidents with life...
Hope,you would like it...
Harshamaglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-40079964652813947222014-12-28T08:31:00.001-08:002014-12-28T08:31:04.116-08:00My last<p dir="ltr">If the sun told you tomorrow <br>
That I breathed my last yesterday <br>
What would you do<br>
If you knew that I was the one always what would you do<br>
If you knew that crumpled hearts and faded eyes were never a feeling of gloom but love then what would you do<br>
What would you do if you knew that the reasons you were so fighting were wrong always<br>
What would you do if deep down you knew that your fight was for namesake<br>
What would you do to know that sometimes it doesn't hurt to accept to agree and not dissuade<br>
What would you do when you knew that the person was actually right when he said he was right<br>
What would you do when the doing becomes so late that then the doing never matters<br>
What would you do with a moon when the night itself stands extinguished<br>
What would you do when loneliness smiles cause that's what we made it to be<br>
What would you do if water could not move the routes it naturally could have flowed what would you do if winds now were forced to turn<br>
What would you do if the doing too does not count anymore<br>
What would you do if someone wants death<br>
What would you do if damage was a reason to live <br>
When sun scathed and eyes swayed<br>
What would you do if you knew that yesterday I breathed my last</p>
maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-87135958031489896742014-12-28T08:26:00.001-08:002014-12-28T08:26:23.517-08:00I<p dir="ltr">I a memory<br>
Soon<br>
I a day less lived <br>
I the moon<br>
I the sun<br>
I the scream <br>
I the relief<br>
I the fight <br>
I the solace<br>
I the feel the heal<br>
I the hope the haunt<br>
I the love the loss<br>
I the eternal the effervescent <br>
I<br>
I the dominant <br>
I the submissive<br>
I the start the end<br>
I the missive the reason<br>
I am what you want me to be<br>
I live with you and die for u<br>
I</p>
maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-34366176039265034992014-12-28T08:25:00.001-08:002014-12-28T08:25:35.154-08:00I know not<p dir="ltr">I know not what I want<br>
I know not what I need<br>
I know yet that I m amiss<br>
With wit and humor doing charades<br>
With pumpkin people killing parades<br>
I know not what I miss<br>
The fun and the glee<br>
Seem so much as my pree<br>
The sadness and glum<br>
Look as if we were never chums<br>
But when I know me and know me enough<br>
I see that something is amiss<br>
My smiles are miseried with sadness hidden in cavities<br>
My sadness is amiss with sharing between friends</p>
maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-25489298748341070992014-12-28T08:24:00.001-08:002014-12-28T08:24:41.521-08:00Sachai<p dir="ltr">Gat parigat Hai sheersh tera<br>
Nam Hai ye tujhko mastak mera<br>
Dhruti abhi samati nahi<br>
Itni si bat satati nahi<br>
Hai shaqal Teri ya akal meri <br>
Sab saath gaanth ki kahani yahi<br>
Hinsa kar Tu ya reh shant prachand<br>
Kar karm kar ya sun Rona apna<br>
Par jeet ta Hai wahi jiska vash me ho uska man apna<br>
Aye bahut dhurundar sakal<br>
Par reh gae bina sakth akal<br>
Agar Hai Tu bhogi aur Tu vinashak<br>
Par man me Hai kapat aur chal atyant<br>
Na khalega tab na tikega tab <br>
Kyunki ant dekhta Hai wahi<br>
Jisme ho vivek aur shant srijan<br>
Chahe agar Tu ant saral to vipda bhi reh k na aegi<br>
Jeet ki vela tham jaegi<br>
Kyunki din har na harta Hai<br>
Chah k bhi hare na darta Hai<br>
Ahankar beech me apna sir gadata Hai<br>
Chota sa pyada bhi vazir ban jata Hai<br>
Shrishti na aise hi soti Hai<br>
Virat vikral ban k roti Hai<br>
Jo Tu dar gaya to Tu dhungega bhagwan<br>
Aur jo na Dara to banega sachha insan<br>
Soch Hai tere hi hatho me<br>
Chah Hai Teri hi bato me<br>
Har din na jeet hoti Hai<br>
Par jis din har hoti Hai <br>
Sachai aur aukat usi din <br>
Samajh me ati hai</p>
maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-52315858295240519202014-12-28T08:22:00.001-08:002014-12-28T08:22:27.107-08:00Ohhh that life<p dir="ltr">Ohhh that life<br>
With smashing pumpkins and sloshing bottles<br>
Ohhh that life<br>
With you in my arms<br>
And hugs so complete<br>
With ur trinkets making noises<br>
And ur laughter filling voices </p>
<p dir="ltr">Ohhh that life when I would know that knowledge is what completes us<br>
Humor is what drives us<br>
Crying would keep us real <br>
And sex would keep us emotional<br>
Ohhh that life when your lips would not be kissed but devoured<br>
When your eyes would be mine<br>
And dreams would be shared</p>
<p dir="ltr">Ohhh that life when life would be free <br>
Not fraught by stupidity <br>
Not bound by nayness</p>
<p dir="ltr">When we would dance whenever we would feel like<br>
When you would offer me sangria to celebrate my cooking<br>
When we would right books which we would believe in</p>
<p dir="ltr">Ohhh that life when the sun would set with stories <a href="http://told.by">told.by</a> you<br>
When I would look next to me and see a woman who had a dream and she did her best to achieve her dream<br>
A woman who never gave up<br>
A girl who was the lady for what she did her life</p>
<p dir="ltr">A lady who will be my fair lady always<br>
When I will tell my kids about her<br>
They would be as proud as I would be</p>
<p dir="ltr">Ohhh that life where Elysium would mate with reality<br>
That life where we would be what we want to be<br>
Best is what we aimed to be<br>
And yet mediocre with arrogance at bay<br>
With tonnes of sleep and laziness in the sheets </p>
<p dir="ltr">We will make a story<br>
Which would be beautiful<br>
But more important than that it would be a story worth listening to a million times <br>
Ohhh that , life</p>
maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-22837567480488852472014-06-20T14:44:00.002-07:002014-06-20T14:44:59.910-07:00Those days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The beauty of fiends is that they have grown with me.<br />
What we are today lies what we were when back then we were together,<br />
How we grew and how we became is because also of how we came, of age then<br />
No sign of shame, no remorse, no robes no roses<br />
Even now I can go back to my 1 AM friends and be stark naked for what I feel<br />
My deepest fears, my weirdest desires, my happiness,my threadbare anguishes<br />
all, still feel at ease when I talk to you guys<br />
With you there is no right no wrong cause there is no judgement at all<br />
If I am wrong maybe you would listen but still understand<br />
but you know what, we know that its right cause that has been our right<br />
I have been feeling alone and then full<br />
Cycles moderate, days pass<br />
I would still scavenge for those memories, sift through our old photos,<br />
laugh in the night alone, looking at weird photos of weirder people<br />
Memories keep running to me, of events known, played a thousand times in my head<br />
Sometimes I do feel alone<br />
Sometimes I really do<br />
But then thats the beauty of it<br />
That every time, does tighten the bond<br />
I smile once more and relive these things, all over again<br />
all over again<br />
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~Harsha</div>
maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-64745377738945083792014-04-06T11:20:00.002-07:002014-04-06T11:20:22.721-07:00my curse<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;">How does it feel to be pulverized by rocks,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;">Being hypnotized in the docks,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;">For all that you put me through, for the sun to hit you when you grew,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;">Cranky I am cause it is what it is,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;">Crucify me or gut me like a fire which is,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;">Not a friend a foe but a dead eyed doe</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 18px;"><br /><br />I splutter in the carriage with cages tied to my baggage<br />I can't fly can't run, I rummage from what I earn<br /><br />I know cause this is how I grew<br />This venom which I brew<br /><br />Slippery slates for sluggish woes<br />Dreary days with gruffish glow<br /><br />Have it on me cause my head is red<br />Blame it on me cause my blood is dead<br /><br />You know what,I know how it feels,<br />I know how it feels<br /><br />-harsha</span></div>
maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-46050469968293322712014-02-05T11:22:00.000-08:002014-02-05T11:22:01.712-08:00The twain shall meet<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So after many days </div>
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we sit across the table</div>
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yes you and me</div>
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as if we are parts of a fable</div>
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there are lines, thin, but tensed</div>
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while i am all whines </div>
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about feelings which no one sensed</div>
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So I start the talk</div>
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with a fetch of a small walk</div>
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"Where have you been these days</div>
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A bug and a furrow and happiness like sorrow"</div>
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He winks waves wanders mellows</div>
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Cause he looks sullen with the sun yellow</div>
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He says, then thinks, perches his lips and again winks</div>
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The words just linger but not long enough to chide the finger</div>
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He thinks and thinks</div>
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while I contemplate</div>
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was it a yin or a yang</div>
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or just plain words that killed him off his slumber</div>
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I never saw him agitated so much</div>
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like a nurse with the tip of a death stench</div>
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He was not someone who would wait</div>
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and wait to answer what he never knew</div>
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but then today he waited</div>
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at my jibe he waited</div>
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we both knew that the cacophony had to emanate soon</div>
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the clothes he wore were to be shed soon</div>
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a million coffers down and a zillion oaths sworn</div>
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I asked him again not of his absence</div>
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but of his ominous presence </div>
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of his stock hair and stoic pretence</div>
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Finally he graced me with words</div>
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fit enough to be a kings hearse </div>
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He said that he never knew angst nor disdain</div>
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he felt that now maybe his feelings too weren't his own</div>
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Stuck between a mirage of gloom</div>
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and a sea of bloom</div>
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He never knew if it was guilt bequeathed </div>
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or sun kissed weed</div>
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Days of commonality were just a denomination</div>
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absence of happiness was just a mere absolution</div>
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we agreed that dejection was me</div>
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not feeling adequate was me </div>
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fun frolic faith was but me</div>
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appearances drooled while the world in which i lived ruled</div>
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It has been long when the you and me have little differences</div>
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It was like a homecoming cause the we was me</div>
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the twain were me </div>
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soon we met and we met for good</div>
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cause the disdain was but me</div>
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~Harsha</div>
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maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-3469232805311772722013-10-17T07:18:00.002-07:002013-10-17T07:18:18.451-07:00A view from the clouds<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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rooi k faahe, rakhe hue hai hawa me </div>
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reh reh k dehek rahe hai wo kal rat k koyale</div>
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sigri k dhua abhi hata nahi hai</div>
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naya din abhi hua nahi hai</div>
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rat ki thandak chadar ke karine se abhi bhi tapak rahi hai</div>
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tumhari yad abhi tak chati nahi hai</div>
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sannata kahi bana hua hai, beichaini kahi thami hui hai</div>
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unchaiee kaat nahi sakti, sachai jo badal nahi sakti</div>
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kahaani ne mod aisa lia hai jaise kisine us kirdar ki maut
ko see dia hai</div>
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kirdar wo aj bhi hai, karzdar tum aj bhi ho </div>
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par ab jald karz ka matlab nahi rahega, kyunki shayad ab us mol
k astitv nahi rahega</div>
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baadal abhi bhi utne hi besharam hai, reh reh k rang badalte
hai</div>
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poocho to kehte hai bebak ki mei wo nahi jisse tum kal mile
the</div>
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kaise samjhau unhe mei; ki sirf roop aur vesh me tum nahi ho
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uske andar jo tum ho shayad; ab tum samajjhte ho ki wo tum
nahi ho</div>
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mei reh jata hu fir se meri kahani lekar, shuruat ko ek nae duhai
dekar</div>
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kya badla tha ajtak jo ab badlega, kash aisa socha hota to
kya kuch badla hota</div>
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ab neeche log dikhne lage hai , aur dikhne lage hai ghar aur
sadke</div>
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kuch samay mei, mei bhi in logo me aur inki galio me hounga</div>
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par fir bhi waha badalte baadlo jaise log hoenge, aur hounga
me is soch me </div>
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ki kab hoengi cheezein waisi jaisi chahi thi, kahani aisi jaisi
likhi thi</div>
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rooi k faahe, rakhe hue hai hawa me </div>
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sigri k dhua abhi bhi hata nahi hai</div>
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A view from my planes window had me thinking of the beauty that I always see.</div>
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~Harsha</div>
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maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-37960922227266180392013-09-20T16:14:00.000-07:002013-09-20T16:14:47.438-07:00I may, maybe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
And I found happiness, knew how to appreciate it but then it was when I was sad;<br />
And I found solace,knew how respite felt like but that was when I was struck in the midst of a crowd;<br />
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Am I moving too fast or has the sloth muffled me<br />
Am I smiling cause I know not to cry<br />
<br />
Should I appreciate it now that I can seek what I want<br />
Or should I stay and be sad cause it at the first place taught me, to respect<br />
<br />
Should I run as walking leaves that sore<br />
or should I loose cause winning makes me immune<br />
<br />
When its so sad why do u add up<br />
When things are bad why do we not pack up<br />
<br />
let me pack you up<br />
run myself over my lips<br />
right my woes and put it in my books<br />
and then<br />
and then burn my half of the books<br />
<br />
Cause you are just a phase<br />
A guy who has just been in a rage<br />
Rage will swell and then pride will fall<br />
I wish the guy to stand tall<br />
<br />
And if you stand even then<br />
maybe then sometime we can still maybe then<br />
we can sit and call names which<br />
would be happy to hear and bring us some cheer<br />
cause that is what would make us more of the man<br />
and you less of the moron<br />
<br />
Or should I even think about it,<br />
should I<br />
may I<br />
<br />
I may, maybe<br />
or maybe not</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">Kitni bar tumne isko toda</span></div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Kitni bar waqt ne muh moda</div>
</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Par chahta nahi tha tu samajhna</div>
</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Na manna na pehchanna</div>
</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Ki soch rahegi ye abhi ya shayad kabhi nahi</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Ek jawab tumhare pas bhi hai</div>
</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Aur hai ek sawal mere pas bhi</div>
</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Tum chaho to yahi hogi zindagi apni</div>
</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Aur chaho tum to hogi ek beete kahani meri</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Yad aunga mei tumhe ek galti ki tarah</div>
</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Aur yad rahogi tum mujhe ek ehsaas ki tarah</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Na rukunga mei aur na rukogi tum</div>
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Tum rahogi aisi hi aur mei rahunga waise hi</div>
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Bas sath alag hoga</div>
</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Bat alag hogi</div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Fir mei todunga apne apko</div>
</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Aur tab bhi nae samjhunga</div>
</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Kyunki samajhna mei kabhi chahta nae tha</div>
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<span class="il" style="background-color: #ffffcc; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="il">Kash</span><span style="background-color: white;"> tum hoti </span><span class="il">kash</span><span style="background-color: white;"> hota mei</span></div>
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Kash</div>
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<span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">~Harsha</span></div>
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RUN with might<br />
FIND evidences for what you believe<br />
DRIVE with passion<br />
EARN to settle plight<br />
<br />
CREATE yourself<br />
And feel that no motherfucker can taint you, maim you<br />
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My head wobbled back with the swerving ideas.<br />
It hadn't been such impatient before, with those succulent thoughts.<br />
But nowadays I am losing it more often than not.<br />
I hide between myself.<br />
<br />
Damning philosophies and berserk debates rattle in my ears,<br />
Things half said, thoughts half rotten malign me.<br />
Is it the work that has taken its toll on me,<br />
or have I obviated life of life itself<br />
<br />
Things are now tasks, difficulties are now processes<br />
Randomness is maiming itself, creating airs for those jiffy clean processes<br />
<br />
And no I don't like this<br />
A clear sky laughs behind a clear mind<br />
A road of clarity triggers me of my haplessness<br />
The clutter was me, the stench the turmoil was me<br />
The land at the road's end with all that commotion was me<br />
Somebody has tried to kill me, by saving me from this death<br />
<br />
This I never wanted<br />
With a life better placed<br />
But with a place better wasted<br />
Sadness now doesn't pain me<br />
Its the emptiness which kills me<br />
<br />
I am afraid to head home early after a tiring day<br />
Not because of drudgeries of officiating administration<br />
But because of the fear of nothing to do<br />
I am tired not from work but from the dearth of it<br />
<br />
I am a hollow mind now, my body had long lost its charm<br />
But this mind was not supposed to act in this penance<br />
I tried counting the new people whom I met earlier<br />
I tried searching for friends for fresh air<br />
But the numbers on fingers made my fingers look too big<br />
<br />
Every night I return back as the lone rider<br />
And just as and when I am about to stop fear cringes<br />
And throttle twinges to let the ride go some more<br />
To a road not taken, to a streetlight yet virgin<br />
Delinquency to move one more block<br />
<br />
Fear is sidelining everything,<br />
And that too so much that the courage to drive on is,<br />
basically, fear pushing me to drive on<br />
<br />
~Harsha<br />
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maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-25946367414846023182013-07-01T13:33:00.000-07:002013-07-01T13:33:02.509-07:00Choose your God<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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GOD: All powerful, miraculous maryada purshottam.<br />
All 3 above fit the bill.<br />
<br /></div>
<div>
Let us agree over the truthfulness of what I think.</div>
<div>
I think that there is no god. And this truth literally sucks big time for the folowers and the non followers.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
But my issue is not with me not following or with people following but with people who are more than the fence sitters.</div>
<div>
See fence sitters too are real.</div>
<div>
This is about people who actually are disjointed between what they are and what they show to be.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Picture this by a close friend.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"I really hate all this worshipping. It is so superstitious.</div>
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But yes I believe that Ram exists.</div>
<div>
"</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I don't know if my anger is really justified but then the debate still remains. Atleast with me it remains.</div>
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Now be bloody clear in your mind. If you believe in Ram then how can you call worshipping him and other things superstitious. At the first stage your Ram is a story.</div>
<div>
He never existed nor would he ever will.</div>
<div>
But chalo lets get over it and for your better good lets believe he exists.</div>
<div>
In that case his worshipping too is respectful.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Dont try to act the cool dude in public who is so super cool who believes that rituals are blind faith, superstition.</div>
<div>
Or sometimes with the super god theory.<br />
That I dont believe in these gods but yes I believe in super powers.<br />
<br />
So it means your intelligence has made you believe that all this Ram, Shiv, Allah, Jesus is a myth after all.<br />
But still your hogwash makes you bang your head over that supergod.<br />
<br />
So please read more, explore more question more. Even I am doing the same.<br />
Why bound yourself to what your Hindu/ Muslim/ blah blah parents made you think.<br />
<br />
See at the first place you never were a Hindu.<br />
You were comfortably tagged this. Go choose your religion, choose your fucking god.<br />
<br /></div>
<div>
OK its not your fault. It is mine I think.</div>
<div>
I hate your double standards.</div>
<div>
How much I hate this bullcrap called as God I would still stay atleast stay true to yourself.</div>
<div>
Moron be clear of what you think.</div>
<div>
No double standards please.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
With your Ram causing havoc in people's love, with you being offended for words against Allah, with you believing that your efforts are not yours but because Jesus has steered you.Enough.</div>
<div>
I hate you guys enough, don't give me more reasons.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
~Harsha</div>
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<br /></div>
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maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-60987387392832500332013-05-25T02:42:00.002-07:002013-05-25T02:42:14.050-07:00the killing impatience<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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See it was not easy.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Not easy for me atleast.I dread days and hours kill me. My speech is maimed while I ruthlessly want to stab me.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
It is not that I am not strong, it is just that I am impatient.</div>
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Impatient like a dead duck, being dragged by a dog after the heist from the farmers lawn.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I will fiddle and let my will twiddle.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
But never ever I would say that I harp sadness.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I conjure madness but sadness no I never feel so.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
But feeling something, saying something and doing something else is what is human I think.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The way Adam would have fucked Eve behind the sink.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You see the horizon waiting for it to meet, I seethe through the end to make my eyes feel the bend</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
cause I know there is no horizon never and what you see is just my eyes playing fever</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
darkness has evaded me now, I dont call it darkness anymore</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
it is the new sun now</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Patience has belittled me, I see the new wait now...</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Days pass as if I sleep</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Sleep has shots as f that is the only place awake</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I keep asking in rhetorics now</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
my peers meanwhile seeing me in historic wow</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
they said,you have to be there to see that </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I say,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
you have to see that to be there</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
There is no right answer I was once told </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
that is old with a little hint of bold</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
There aint no right question if it has got a right answer</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
This is an irony which makes even great minds falter</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Cause tell me if I could answer your questions</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
then your questions wont be questions anymore</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
your answers a puzzle falling filthily flat </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
like that remorseful drizzle</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Oh leave it, I will keep asking myself</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
why it all started</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
maybe the 1000 things that have got this fire started</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I still squirm when I am in the pool</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
To see if water can take out what is guzzling in minds fool</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A fire has started</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
again</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
and i wait for answers with little but yet with my part of this,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
bargain</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
And here it is where we all started</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I know you dint get a word of this while some you farted</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
So i ask you to read this again</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
and feel the pain that life thwarted</div>
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and then you would realize that it was all about impatience</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
impatience which is now the new patience</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A patience which even homer simpson thinks is patience</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I still let my skull fiddle and my mind twiddle</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
cause it never was easy it never will be...</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
~Harsha</div>
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maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-55672595903987887732013-05-16T10:25:00.000-07:002013-05-16T10:25:29.778-07:00being good<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As of an ebb it pervades</div>
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Over evil will which it evades</div>
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I sat there thinking, whether to kill it</div>
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or let it seethe, be raw yet competent</div>
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There was no compulsion apart from the fact</div>
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that the only compulsion was to let it be, or rather cut a pact</div>
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Being a man who is viewed as happy</div>
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takes shit even when others call it crappy</div>
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For others let me explain first, neither I am a dimwit</div>
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nor a sombre carcass, rather all that stays is just a hitch</div>
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A hitch to take which road,</div>
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difficult for a man who believes in truce</div>
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Who thinks hatred is better killed than making evil spiced up with spruce</div>
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The problem is not only me but with him as well</div>
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I know you are right at the right's end</div>
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while it could be seen that wrong would be a better find</div>
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Maybe that was what help me to my sanity</div>
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or I could have clawed you with anonymity</div>
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Not a word would have been said not an eye blinked</div>
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I am good at killing monsters without a sound kinked</div>
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You have to learn though</div>
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that the words you use are words not walls</div>
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the feelings that you conjure are feelings</div>
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and not one way letters</div>
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I will play truce cause that is how I work</div>
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We will be happy and grow together</div>
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cause killing is not the only solution</div>
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And I am not one who created delusion</div>
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Lets soothe out together</div>
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and remain partners as birds with the same feather</div>
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Cause you know</div>
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My goodness is good</div>
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With badness a tad better</div>
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~Harsha</div>
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maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-59086299411075900332013-03-27T23:03:00.004-07:002013-03-27T23:03:42.370-07:00Death by choice<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Yes Sahib, be patient soon we will have a view of the lions, said the mahaut (the elephant rider).</i><br />
Sahib I was atleast in these woods and it felt good to be called so.<br />
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It was sheer cooperation that would have been the key.<br />
As the sun became brittle and the westerlies were still moving we never thought that the jungles would still remain at their enticing best.<br />
A few minutes ago the wind was playing havoc and I never knew that you would be even ready to move out for a round of fun exploring these lions.<br />
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<i>You had been crappily irritating, but then that was then.</i><br />
<i>You nagged and made me realise that hell is very near and it all depends just on the partner you choose.</i><br />
<i>But yes that was all before.Days have changed is what they say.</i><br />
<i>I tried my best to not think of those days.</i><br />
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I can hear the birds flying suddenly, the packs circling as if they have the lead of something close.<br />
The simple sounds of monkeys swaying from the gulmohurs is good enough to catch the excitement of any one.And for a group like ours which has been just to savour the pleasure of a lion feasting in front of us, this doesn't seem a wrong moment.<br />
When Anita first told me of this safari I wasn't much excited.<br />
Even the whole idea of trekking in the open on an elephant with just the mahaut and no other safety dint excite me.<br />
She said that this would be our retribution, of going away from the past which was lonesome and scary.<br />
When we had distrust and disregard for days at a a stretch.Maybe this was the reason for which we never had children.<br />
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<i>But I never was the one who cheated. It was you and you alone who was with Romy, the so called Ramesh all these days.</i><br />
<i>On days when I used to cry for her she used to cry with pleasure while lying in the arms of him writhing like a snake.</i><br />
<i>The shame was too much and maybe the end was too small.</i> <br />
<i>I gave her too much and yet wanted too little.</i><br />
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But after these years she seems to have repented of her sins.And when she asked me to come here I couldn't say no.<br />
And once when I saw these jungles I couldn't say no.Spellbounded by the majestic thicket that they had.Light had diffculty coming down from the dense cacophony of trees.<br />
Land lay moist of the marks of predators we shuddered even to think.And always the tranquil sound of the river flowing nearby.<br />
I immediately fell in love with the place and all over again with Anita.<br />
This was supposed to be my best vacation ever.<br />
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<i>I don't know if this excuse was as lame as the others cause yesterday night I saw something which I shouldn't.Somehow her mobile lay near me and the urge was uncontrollable.Even the time when we were together she was virtually with Romy.Even the things I told her were going at the speed of light to him.They were having fun on behest of me.</i><br />
<i>This was more than enough with me exactly knowing what to do, now.</i><br />
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I had bribed the mahaut enough knowing that there are not many needs of poor men.<br />
Now all that was needed was the arrival of lion.One small push and the rest would be history.Nobody would ever know how and what happened.The only thing known would be a vacation gone terse.<br />
And lo behold what I see is not one lion but a pack of lions raging a war with hunger.<br />
There have been cases of man eating animals and this was evident by the way they were charging towards us.<br />
Just any second from now the lions would have their fill and I would have my revenge.<br />
A small thud it would be and Anita would be what she is, nothing but a dead remorseless body.<br />
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Soon,the thud was heard and death was seen.There was a lot of tearing of flesh and gnawing of bones.The beasts showed why they were called the beasts in the first place.<br />
Even before help could come the body was torn beyond recognition.<br />
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When the resuce team came nobody could tell what happened cause the plan was buried with the dead man, the man who was the progenitor of death was devoured by death itself.<br />
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<i>Anita knew that even a poor man had needs and she had made sure that even his seven generations would live happily.The mahaut dint take time to change sides and to push the sahib off the elephants back.</i><br />
<i>Cause Anita had given him a lot more than money, she had given him a piece of herself as well on that day,now both were party to the crime.</i><br />
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<a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2013/03/3ww-cccxxii.html" target="_blank">Written for 3WW for the words: Cooperation, lame and terse</a><br />
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~Harsha</div>
maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-67672577118112416812013-03-17T13:47:00.003-07:002013-03-17T13:47:55.069-07:00Sparks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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See it is just that moment which begins with a spark and this and only this moment which can burn a nation like wildfire.<br />
I was wondering why sometimes words fail me while sometimes unknowingly failure begets poetry.<br />
I was breaking my head bad and mad all over me but whatever I wrote had to be deleted.<br />
Nothing seemed to make any sense to me.It was just void, dull insignificant psychotic void, present but still insignificant.<br />
Something that we all have become.From one angle we all feel as if we have reached heights but then we all know the hollowness that we still live in.<br />
It was this very moment where sense prevailed over absolution.<br />
Something which came out pouring of my school prayers:<br />
"Where knowledge is free and World has not been broken up.....into dreary desert sands".<br />
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I think freedom to think would embroil everything when we would be free to understand freedom.It is a misnomer of sorts, of discussions of debates.<br />
I hate debates nowadays. I debate but I know that my debate is only as strong as the source from which I read my facts from.<br />
And a lot depends on the facts fed into these papers.Cause what are facts but a winners carnage.<br />
Anyways I somehow still am never satisfied by what I ever write.<br />
But sometimes at least it is passable and sometimes people try to pass it and I know it stinks during those times.<br />
But then still atleast still I am able to uncloth the reason of why, why sometimes we can write while sometimes words feel molested, mishandled.<br />
And everything then fits into where t should fit.<br />
It is that spark, that moment which makes the whole sense.<br />
I would be happy if we all could bolster courage to copulate more with these sparks of ours.<br />
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~Harsha<br />
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maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-77960600004263931332013-03-16T13:20:00.002-07:002013-03-16T13:20:42.932-07:00Kasauli<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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What could actually be more beautiful than this place known as Kasauli.<div>
I don't know what but there is something which just made me feel like going back home.</div>
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Not that as I have lived or loved in hill stations. Infact this was a first time for me.</div>
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But you see this place had that creepy smouldering effect on me as if I belonged here.</div>
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You could sniff the clouds right through your room inching from the windows.</div>
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A dab of freshness always lighting your rooms.</div>
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That cup of tea which tasted as the biggest single malt ever conjured. I remember those strolls clearing the clouds as I moved further.</div>
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My detours into the cobbled lanes. Breakfast being made on order. The luscious roads.</div>
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A place which made me feel that you don't need people to make you happy but happiness alone would make you happy.</div>
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I was not only reading my choicest of books on those mountains but all the books buried inside me were fluttering to come out.</div>
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The place made me realise the writer I was.</div>
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The long walks where I contemplated with nature and we both teamed up against me made me realise the beauty of solitude.</div>
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The railings still fresh with dew filled moss would make a killing for a location.</div>
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The place made me realise the traveller I was.</div>
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Of lands unknown of souls untouched.</div>
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Sitting with the locals and chatting over topics unknown.</div>
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Death was never so young and life never so morbid,</div>
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See there are times when you feel that insignificance is the highest level of significance.</div>
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That was one of those times.</div>
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I realized once more that you don't need a god to tell you what ought to be done but it is you and you alone who will be taming these so called gods and demons alike cause none of them ever existed and would never will.</div>
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You know how it feels when the distance rings of the songs that you never knew but always enjoyed, when peace prevails and you dont know that things existed, which could eat your fears your aspirations.</div>
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Days when you realise that there are things and people and feelings better suited better booted.</div>
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When you realise that you have a bigger calling than whatever big you ever dreamt of.</div>
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That was one of those days.</div>
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Kasauli we will meet more often.</div>
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~Harsha</div>
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maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-21218274157076836952013-02-28T11:56:00.001-08:002013-02-28T11:57:59.404-08:00sidekick's lifetime<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Life has been a sickening sidekick all along.<br />
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I cant fathom whether it is the joy of working, or waiting for constant reshuffles.<br />
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Whether it was the incorrigible studying where layer by layer I was peeled.<br />
Starting from the start where every class was worshiped and every exam dreaded. I hated going to school at 8:00 in the morning, entering late just to be kept waiting in the ground for the prayer to be over and then the public shame of running in the field.<br />
Slowly the dread turned into distrust and then into arrogance.<br />
I never knew when I left studies.The thirst got <b>doused </b>albeit instantly.<br />
It was just a simple rising when I wanted to study no more.The classes progressed as usual, my age multiplied with the same clanks but the only difference was that I dint study any more.<br />
Looking back I think that I was intelligent atleast to sail through cause I actually sailed through.<br />
I saw friends being completely written off while some of them standing at pedestals which were considered so big that we saw them as cheap.<br />
But somehow I survived.<br />
Life moved on but the ailing sidekick still grew stronger.<br />
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Love, it was even a bigger vice. <br />
It shone its head whenever it got chance and I with open arms kept on getting bitten by it only for the sheer pleasure of the process.The process which itself was so finicky and so unplanned that the subtle chaos kept me on toes.I even loved the prospect of crying as it kept me grounded in a dream world.<br />
My heart changed hands many summers.<br />
For most of the parts I kept on pushing it from table to toes.<br />
People rarely seemed interested in what they were holding, sometimes they even forgot that this small thing was supposed to be pumping blood in someone's veins although naughty in its forbearance but still the progenitor of life.<br />
But then I was happy just with the fact that it was moving and hence could pump more of the elixir.<br />
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Maybe this wasn't the end.Job changed hands. Sometimes for good and sometimes for bad.I kept on converting the sad times to happiness.The conversion was so varied that one presence almost <b>paled </b>the other. Scams and sagas were written all over.Job security became a misnomer and uncanny abilities a reality.But with this came new people new friends and new love.<br />
Adored stranded and uncalled I took everything.<br />
This again delved deeper into phase 2 of my studies.<br />
But then this was something that I loved and for this I had my sword all cleaned and brandished.<br />
I had sharpened and filled my quiver long enough to last till the end of Duryodhana's deatha and Arjuna's penance.<br />
This was the time when melancholy too started feeling happy.<br />
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Time seems to have moved a 360 degree turn again.<br />
All has always been so fast that rarely I ever thought about them.<br />
Maybe because of this I never cared and before the impact could happen I moved on to a newer realm.<br />
But now when I sit stay and think I realize that this unceremonious exit, this winding end that distant dream were everything which cut the pain, tranquilize the soul.<br />
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Makes me realize now that this sickening sidekick has been a companion however much I hate it.<br />
Only this effervescence would be permanent.<br />
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So once again I don my cape and tie my robe to go disorient some one with my fidgeting sickening sidekick.<br />
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<a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2013/02/3ww-cccxviii.html" target="_blank">Written for 3WW : This week's 3WW are Douse, Naughty, Pale</a></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">I seriously thought that the race was over.trophies spluttered the drawing rooms of those odious clans.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">All this happened when I kept on walking in the empty rows collecting scrumps of food left by viewers who had been watching the race.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">This day was not any different.after my mental scribbling I folded my baricades to sanitise myself again to victory.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">This was then that somehow I felt anguished on the death of heroes.and it was not heroes alone who were dead,but also dead were the romantics,the go getters and the idealists.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">The gentleman I once knew who offered his seat to ladies,his smile to kids and support to the needy now acted as if grotesqued by his own appearence.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">He seemed dead now.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">But then why had I killed him,maimed him beyond recognition.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">His sautered wounds still throbbing kept glancing those awkard silences at me.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">And then I realised that this day had to be different and not only different but awesome.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">Why should I think myself as a second fiddle to myself.the bromide has caught me too soon and too much.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">But now it had to die and not me.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">Enough is a word which when used threatningly can make one reach unimaginable proportions.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">Now I had everything although with crippled limitations but even then everything.then why now I don't romance the way as the protagonist of those movies.why I don't find myself as the leader moving further in his office but as a man who would wait for instructions to be thrown at.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">The time has come for me to die and for the hero to rise again,from my ashes,yes if he demands so but then he has to rise, alone.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px;">~Harsha</span></div>
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<br /><br />"What are we with the end of end.said he as he silently moved out of the room."<br /><br />A disbelief froze in front of the tyrants,of those who lived on poaching ideas,succumbing to asymmetric synergies.<br /><br />A bigger question now gapes through the wound.Has it to be perfection that will control happiness or is it the half satiated ego always yearning for more.<br /><br />Is it the greed,the lust which has consistently pulled us off our tethers or is it the same irrevocable lust, the sneering disdain which would eventually keep us sane.<br /><br /><div>
Soon it was felt that sanity was the most disillusioned word ever created.<br /><br />In the garb of sanity we as a collective are promoting the lack of action.action which has been lost over the horde of thoughts.where when every night we tuck ourselves in bed with the satisfaction that we have achieved what we could have.we have belied what was ours.<br /><br />The one line had spoken volumes and if even know we are proud to be sane then nothing can actually move us,from this death.<br /><br /> ~Harsha</div>
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Aye the naysayers have suddenly started speaking,</div>
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And as we held the days they squirmed and squished </div>
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But were we going to leave them, no not really.</div>
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Leave we did, the happiness the willow</div>
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The chatter and some fights with the pillows</div>
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The <b>harvest </b>lay dead between puddles of blood<br />
Betrothed crown, lost jewels torn gown </div>
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Are not signs of despair but of power</div>
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Of the idea that the real power exists but not here</div>
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That the real minds dwell but not here</div>
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As the gong strikes ten and </div>
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when even hickory dickory dock would be striving for a pen</div>
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It would be then just then </div>
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When we would be weaving poetry out of thin air</div>
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Falling like a deck of carcasses peeled lair by lair</div>
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And then those tongues will wag and the tails would sway</div>
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Cause oozing stories would belittle sexual fantasies</div>
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Happiness would be the malaise and forlorn songs the
maladies</div>
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Entwined together as bodies with uncles and aunties
squirming in their undies</div>
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Would we be liberated, maybe, but would they be liberated,
definitely</div>
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The more the vulgar the shows become the greater a belly now
can the audiences fathom</div>
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Tarts would no more be misnomers, eunuchs would be respected</div>
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Being gay would be vanity, and same sex marriages a sanity</div>
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Religion would then no longer be an obligation </div>
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Capital would have let gone the punishment</div>
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The word rape would only be left in role plays</div>
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Mediocrity would create a new merit</div>
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Cause happiness wont be subliminal</div>
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As and when this happens the world would be out of its rucus</div>
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Sadness would not be an alibi </div>
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and democracy no more a nude show on exbii</div>
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then the thwarters would thwart and critics be criticized</div>
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cause that would be then when we would be damned</div>
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A hullabaloo of suggestions would now no more be a commotion<br />
A <b>battle </b>of emotions now no more a shame</div>
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Infatuation no more a joke but instigation, yes it would
definitely be a joke</div>
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We would hold hands cause holding hands and kissing wont be
a disease</div>
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Your caste my caste wont cut us even if we don’t taste the
same</div>
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Yes our votes may exist with differential agreements like <b>fluid </b>and flame</div>
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Bellowing will and wallowing vessels cause my darling</div>
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Then<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>, then someday
we would be damned, damned till oblivion</div>
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Aye the naysayers have suddenly
started speaking,</div>
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~Harsha<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2012/12/3ww-cccvi.html" target="_blank">Written for 3WW</a></div>
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maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-21150103221319697302012-10-24T22:58:00.000-07:002012-10-24T23:05:34.035-07:00Beautiful world<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As I sit and count the hours</div>
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I know that down there somewhere</div>
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far from these hills you too would be doing the same</div>
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Thinking of times when hours had mysteriously turned into days</div>
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Days when breaths echoed more than laughter</div>
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Where laughter was memorable than sadness</div>
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And sadness still <b>dangling</b> to stories of the past,of ages so sullen</div>
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I know it is not profound neither stupid </div>
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to sit and think of you</div>
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When I put my book down and stroll through these untouched clouds</div>
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I cannot wait to catch your streak at the end of the road</div>
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I question my cup of tea about its warmth</div>
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Of dwindling nights and fighting days</div>
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Of chortling sun and chilling nights</div>
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Of moments which should never have ended</div>
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Of you, you being me</div>
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I question my smug sweater about its feel<br />
The feel has been so strong </div>
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that I have now even started questioning the answers</div>
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I question these mist filled mornings</div>
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this fresh air<br />
<b>laboring</b> the times of love<br />
of happiness</div>
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I know this elixir keeps me grounded</div>
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keeps me happy thinking about days<br />
<b>neatly</b> tucked in my eyes</div>
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days which were years once and now just seconds</div>
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We still will stay in these tracks</div>
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We still will feel the rides on these backs</div>
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But just till I am here</div>
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just till i am here</div>
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<a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2012/10/3ww-ccc.html" target="_blank">Written for 3WW</a></div>
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~Harsha</div>
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maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-76987846807967680522012-10-24T05:30:00.000-07:002012-10-24T05:30:00.968-07:00One more bloggy day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
How many times has it happened that I sit to key in words and then mysteriously I waver away.<br />
There are some dark forces working hard at my blog.<br />
You guessed it right, its me.<br />
Dwelling on the point of number of posts a man/woman or any other being should right to keep the blog alive has bought some serious enlightenment to me.<br />
But not writing anything for days together was definitely not one of them.<br />
There has been a serious trend that my analytics tells me of my blog.<br />
Earlier there were fewer visitors but more comments but know I am deprived of comments since time immemorial.<br />
It is as if all those happy people who were sent by God to be good and be Samaritans for people like me have suddenly been victimized by some miracle.<br />
I have seen people slyly tell me about issues and sometimes after much prodding would dully accept them stumbling at this place.<br />
But comments, what sis that.<br />
It is not that I am complaining.<br />
This blog of late has seen a drastic increase in footfalls.I was happy at the start but now everything is sad. Of the last 50 comments I have received at least 30 are from porn escort sites and the remaining 30 were from companies who wanted to sell their stuff.<br />
Guys let me clear this first. I don't know what makes you think that this blog is " the place" then I will make very clear that it is only you traders who are increasing the traffic.<br />
Ok narrowing down, atleast give a comment which makes sense.<br />
<br />
Sample this:- Your blog good for food eating nice.Information very good.<br />
Now tell what the fuck does it mean on a blog which never has any hint of food.<br />
And on the same you say get hot happening girls, teakwood furniture, escorts and what not.<br />
<br />
Whatever be the reasons for this decline let me start the incline atleast by putting things that would make sense to me.<br />
Till then goodbye(To myself as I alone am my reader)<br />
<br />
~Harsha </div>
maglomaniachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960445338745677162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702928547965662492.post-35846227385014713352012-09-04T12:12:00.001-07:002012-09-04T12:12:14.519-07:00sadness again<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br /></div>
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How should I behave now. </div>
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Has it to be
intermittent sadness with splurges of happiness knowing that atleast for a few
more days we would be together. Or would it be the delusionary phase when I
know that things wont last long. The caricature is about to give way soon, I don’t
know if I will embrace the falling structure as one more of my, to be possible success
stories or if I would collapse under something which has seen me put every
morsel of food that I could ever muster by giving it to the monument by not
eating. You know that I had been true cause I too know that. Oh how much I had
yearned just to sit with you after coming from office listening to your
anecdotes. How much would the priceless cup of tea would be missed which would
have found way to me through your love.</div>
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There would still be a car waiting but in vain which would
have been ours, bought not with money but with our choice. How much would I
contemplate what to gift you secretly or miss the mail which would suddenly
secretly could have found its way to your inbox.</div>
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How can I tell you what my parents would feel when they know
that such an angel does exist and that too in their very house. How much I
would miss those arms which have always rightfully found the clasp just strong
enough to make me feel that I am not alone.</div>
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I know what I am feeling would not be even thought of after
a few days cause maybe after a few days I too would be nothing more but a grim
memory, a memory which one never loses but neither much thinks about it.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The biggest question that I should ask myself is that would
my body be capable to take one more blow. I may look strong, fatter and healthier
than many but then I too am the master of a feeble heart. I know this too shall
pass like the innumerable stories, like the cherished dreams, like the
aspirations which just missed by a margin and fell by the window sill.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Know what, I too feel sad but sadly don’t bring it out for
others fearing that it would rub off to others.</div>
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Oh how much I want to cry and be all alone.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Sometimes I think of being the new man who maybe has a
future but this concussion has gnawed deep inside. Memories away I too would be
a normal man. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Since time immemorial I have loved you and at the back of my
mind would continue to do so.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Maybe I might attend your marriage as well and maybe just
maybe wait for a few more years thinking that maybe you still might come back.
And maybe you will.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Realistically people things and happiness moves on and moves
on sadness as well.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My words are finding ways to tell me of what lies beneath me,
just hope that some day your parents too would know what had been laying ahead.
I cannot even say anything to you cause I know that you have loved me more than
I had ever loved you. </div>
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Sometimes I think that there is still time and sometimes I
feel all time has come to an end. Maybe then somewhere you would understand
that there are other things, other things above family.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Sometimes we call that as love.</div>
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<br /></div>
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~Harsha</div>
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