Know me

I have been through this experience and will be subjected to all this again.

And this happens to me all the time.

I come but I wait,wait till it is right,right to strike again as always,

Right time to let others think that they are the only ones,ones in the territory.

Till then I smell and I think,I weigh,I plan,I visualise,I create,I cleanse,I group,I divide till I don’t yearn for any more.

And then I let the wheels in motion,delicate gears which were comforting each other earlier start moving each one all in the illusion that they are supporting others but unknowingly all working for ME.

The movement catches such a resonant upbringing that they forget the wears and tears that they are getting subjected to,melting whatever they had.

And I smile as they smirk.

Dangling the dagger high on them and that too for so long that they don’t even remember that I was the one who started plotting against them in the first place.

And slowly trust shatters between them,I still watch.

Cause I know this is what would ultimately paralyse them.
It wont be a head shot from me but the plain nail biting between each of them which would eventually poison the air inside their lungs.The consistent kneading done by their minds to them.

Suffocation by not breathing out so that they don’t have to share even their outgoing breath.

Or with some others who in their own greed of mistrust would pull all the air inside them just to have everything.

Till the jammed heart and burst lungs would move no more.

I did nothing,I moved not a single bit,I tore not a single ligament.It were you only.

Between I am jealousy. 

Written for 3WW-Words being Cleanse,Knead,Melt
The wonderful image is taken from Fealsay-Click on the artist's name to see more of such creations

~Harsha

aghaz

Dhad dadate hue kadmo se

taptapati hui nazro se

Saans ki lagam ka aghaz ho hi chuka tha

Sard dopahri me

andheri rat me

ye paigam bas bik hi chuka tha

Ek jeet thi woh

aur ek har hai yeh

kar raha hu taiyari

ab na hosh na khumari

hai agar to sirf ek darr

hona chahie tha jaha junoon

par pata hai mujhe ki fir se

mei banunga sher

ithlate hue mausam ka

karunga ek sir pair

Bade hue darr ko

mei hi karunga dher

kehlaunga gair

ya kehlaunga ek apna

chilaega mera akrosh

aur dabega mera darr

jab fir se ek bar

mei kasunga apni kamar

kamar us ant k lie

jiski shuruat bhi

aur ant bhi

likhunga bas mei

~Harsha

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COURAGE

What is courage?
I have always tried to answer this question,to no one else but me.
Yes there is a lot of courage that goes in the wartimes,of soldiers standing guard against enemy inevitable,of peple believing in god for causes unavoidable.
But for me courage is different.
My courage might not be that big in size,might not be that grand,but still even my courage stands as COURAGE.
Courage for me is standing and that too taut.
Standing for the times when I could believe in myself against all odds.
Courage for me is getting down from your vehicle and helping that accident stricken man in the midst of the road.
Courage for me is going into the dingy chawl between AIDS prone people and helping them.
Courage for me is saying NO to that traffic policeman,that broker,that government officer for the under the table corruption.
Courage for me is slapping that guy who is trying to abuse that child or that girl in a bus.
Courage for me is to be there for your friends,your family when they need you the most.
Courage for me is taking that lost child home even if it means a tussle from the local cops.
Courage for me is to stand against people who think that caste,religion,society are the biggest things in life.
Courage for me is to stop things,people who are wrong even if it means compromising with your job.
Courage for me is the feeling that I would have at the end of the day that yes,I am leading a meaningful life.

Yes,there are instances when I show courage and instances when I act a coward,but yes atleast I am trying to become courageous.

~Harsha
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Love you Sweetheart

This weeks 3ww being

Opportunity
Quarrel
Service

Darling,
Although our service is at the same place,but I know that transfer of anyone of us is imminent.
I know we love each other but our quarrels are eating a substantial part of our loving.
Today I just missed the opportunity of sitting in the same bus as yours coz I was late...
And while sitting alone two drops of tears have rolled by,and I have known darling that what you are to me.What would happen,one day,if you really have to live in a different city...

Love you Sweetheart
Yours
Harsha


Opportunity -my last
Love - the only service
Quarrel - love 's realization

I want to kill my daughter

Don’t call it a deceit
No please no
Don’t call it a deceit
Call it my helplessness
Call it my fear
Call it my cowardice
But dear
Don’t call it a deceit

I too have shed tears
I too have undergone fears
I know darling what happens when pain sears
I know darling when hope tears

I too am the way like you WOULD be
I too am the way like you COULD be

Born to a household of six girls already
With one baby brother known as the king ready

Cursed I was,hit I was
even when
I neither knew the pain nor disdain
Bruised I was,pained I was
even then
I had to live with the scars within

Two square meals with burned bread and watery gravy
Seemed to me as my so called magnamimous luxury
Yes,to indulge in a play,Was a month of spanking
To indulge in brother’s toys,Was the whole family’s cursing
I too learned my way to live life happy
to keep my mouth shut and eat what was crappy
Brothers touched me,uncles molested me
Grandma hated me,aunts despised me
To indulge in me was everyone's desire
But what happened to me was not at all dire

Darling I was married for loads of heavy dowry
Darling I was married for your father's whole family
FATHER
I dont know whom to call your father
Is it my husband or his so called father

And now I am told you are about to come
And now I am told my fairy will breath in scum

But my princess there is an oath I have
Oath to love and oath to live
Oath to save my fairy from the same

I thought so hard to run from here
I tried so hard to take you there
Where you would be a princess
and eat whole food
Where you would be a princess
and play good games
But darling I was caught and beat to death
But darling even then I fought with all my strength

But dear I am sorry
I couldn't keep my oath
But oath I would keep
To save you from their keep
Princess you have to go
But dont be afraid
I will save you from a life.....for a better life
I will take your life.....to give you a better life

You know am crying
You know I am sorry
But yes I am happy
Don’t call it a deceit
No please no
Don’t call it a deceit

This weeks 3ww being-Deceit,Indulge,Oath

And also in response to a wonderful photo on

every photo tells a story

~HARSHA