kash bat alag hoti

sad_by_Curunir1

Kitni bar tumne isko toda

Kitni bar waqt ne muh moda

Par chahta nahi tha tu samajhna

Na manna na pehchanna

Ki soch rahegi ye abhi ya shayad kabhi nahi

Ek jawab tumhare pas bhi hai

Aur hai ek sawal mere pas bhi

Tum chaho to yahi hogi zindagi apni

Aur chaho tum to hogi ek beete kahani meri

Yad aunga mei tumhe ek galti ki tarah

Aur yad rahogi tum mujhe ek ehsaas ki tarah

Na rukunga mei aur na rukogi tum

Tum rahogi aisi hi aur mei rahunga waise hi

Bas sath alag hoga

Bat alag hogi

Fir mei todunga apne apko

Aur tab bhi nae samjhunga

Kyunki samajhna mei kabhi chahta nae tha

Kash tum hoti kash hota mei

Kash

~Harsha

clarity

commotionby *soft-h

RUN with might
FIND evidences for what you believe
DRIVE with passion
EARN to settle plight

CREATE yourself
And feel that no motherfucker can taint you, maim you
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My head wobbled back with the swerving ideas.
It hadn't been such impatient before, with those succulent thoughts.
But nowadays I am losing it more often than not.
I hide between myself.

Damning philosophies and berserk debates rattle in my ears,
Things half said, thoughts half rotten malign me.
Is it the work that has taken its toll on me,
or have I obviated life of life itself

Things are now tasks, difficulties are now processes
Randomness is maiming itself, creating airs for those jiffy clean processes

And no I don't like this
A clear sky laughs behind a clear mind
A road of clarity triggers me of my haplessness
The clutter was me, the stench the turmoil was me
The land at the road's end with all that commotion was me
Somebody has tried to kill me, by saving me from this death

This I never wanted
With a life better placed
But with a place better wasted
Sadness now doesn't pain me
Its the emptiness which kills me

I am afraid to head home early after a tiring day
Not because of drudgeries of officiating administration
But because of the fear of nothing to do
I am tired not from work but from the dearth of it

I am a hollow mind now, my body had long lost its charm
But this mind was not supposed to act in this penance
I tried counting the new people whom I met earlier
I tried searching for friends for fresh air
But the numbers on fingers made my fingers look too big

Every night I return back as the lone rider
And just as and when I am about to stop fear cringes
And throttle twinges to let the ride go some more
To a road not taken, to a streetlight yet virgin
Delinquency to move one more block

Fear is sidelining everything,
And that too so much that the courage to drive on is,
basically, fear pushing me to drive on

~Harsha

Written for 3WW: Words being Delinquent,Hapless and Trigger

Choose your God

Image Courtsey : perfectionist_ all together

GOD: All powerful, miraculous maryada purshottam.
All 3 above fit the bill.

Let us agree over the truthfulness of what I think.

I think that there is no god. And this truth literally sucks big time for the folowers and the non followers.

But my issue is not with me not following or with people following but with people who are more than the fence sitters.

See fence sitters too are real.

This is about people who actually are disjointed between what they are and what they show to be.

Picture this by a close friend.

"I really hate all this worshipping. It is so superstitious.

But yes I believe that Ram exists.

"

I don't know if my anger is really justified but then the debate still remains. Atleast with me it remains.

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.

He never existed nor would he ever will.

But chalo lets get over it and for your better good lets believe he exists.

In that case his worshipping too is respectful.

Dont try to act the cool dude in public who is so super cool who believes that rituals are blind faith, superstition.

Or sometimes with the super god theory.
That I dont believe in these gods but yes I believe in super powers.

So it means your intelligence has made you believe that all this Ram, Shiv, Allah, Jesus is a myth after all.
But still your hogwash makes you bang your head over that supergod.

So please read more, explore more question more. Even I am doing the same.
Why bound yourself to what your Hindu/ Muslim/ blah blah parents made you think.

See at the first place you never were a Hindu.
You were comfortably tagged this. Go choose your religion, choose your fucking god.

OK its not your fault. It is mine I think.

I hate your double standards.

How much I hate this bullcrap called as God I would still stay atleast stay true to yourself.

Moron be clear of what you think.

No double standards please.

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.

I hate you guys enough, don't give me more reasons.

~Harsha

the killing impatience

landscape

by ~AlesyaSokol

See it was not easy.

Not easy for me atleast.I dread days and hours kill me. My speech is maimed while I ruthlessly want to stab me.

It is not that I am not strong, it is just that I am impatient.

Impatient like a dead duck, being dragged by a dog after the heist from the farmers lawn.

I will fiddle and let my will twiddle.

But never ever I would say that I harp sadness.

I conjure madness but sadness no I never feel so.

But feeling something, saying something and doing something else is what is human I think.

The way Adam would have fucked Eve behind the sink.

You see the horizon waiting for it to meet, I seethe through the end to make my eyes feel the bend

cause I know there is no horizon never and what you see is just my eyes playing fever

darkness has evaded me now, I dont call it darkness anymore

it is the new sun now

Patience has belittled me, I see the new wait now...

Days pass as if I sleep

Sleep has shots as f that is the only place awake

I keep asking in rhetorics now

my peers meanwhile seeing me in historic wow

they said,you have to be there to see that 

I say,

you have to see that to be there

There is no right answer I was once told 

that is old with a little hint of bold

There aint no right question if it has got a right answer

This is an irony which makes even great minds falter

Cause tell me if I could answer your questions

then your questions wont be questions anymore

your answers a puzzle falling filthily flat 

like that remorseful drizzle

Oh leave it, I will keep asking myself

why it all started

maybe the 1000 things that have got this fire started

I still squirm when I am in the pool

To see if water can take out what is guzzling in minds fool

A fire has started

again

and i wait for answers with little but yet with my part of this,

bargain

And here it is where we all started

I know you dint get a word of this while some you farted

So i ask you to read this again

and feel the pain that life thwarted

and then you would realize that it was all about impatience

impatience which is now the new patience

A patience which even homer simpson thinks is patience

I still let my skull fiddle and my mind twiddle

cause it never was easy it never will be...

~Harsha

being good

eternal_struggle_by_ellaine-d2cs82k

As of an ebb it pervades

Over evil will which it evades

I sat there thinking, whether to kill it

or let it seethe, be raw yet competent

There was no compulsion apart from the fact

that the only compulsion was to let it be, or rather cut a pact

Being a man who is viewed as happy

takes shit even when others call it crappy

For others let me explain first, neither I am a dimwit

nor a sombre carcass, rather all that stays is just a hitch

A hitch to take which road,

difficult for a man who believes in truce

Who thinks hatred is better killed than making evil spiced up with spruce

The problem is not only me but with him as well

I know you are right at the right's end

while it could be seen that wrong would be a better find

Maybe that was what help me to my sanity

or I could have clawed you with anonymity

Not a word would have been said not an eye blinked

I am good at killing monsters without a sound kinked

You have to learn though

that the words you use are words not walls

the feelings that you conjure are feelings

and not one way letters

I will play truce cause that is how I work

We will be happy and grow together

cause killing is not the only solution

And I am not one who created delusion

Lets soothe out together

and remain partners as birds with the same feather

Cause you know

My goodness is good

With badness a tad better

~Harsha

Death by choice

Image courtsey: the_wishing_pool_by_moni158

Yes Sahib, be patient soon we will have a view of the lions, said the mahaut (the elephant rider).
Sahib I was atleast in these woods and it felt good to be called so.

It was sheer cooperation that would have been the key.
As the sun became brittle and the westerlies were still moving we never thought that the jungles would still remain at their enticing best.
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.

You had been crappily irritating, but then that was then.
You nagged and made me realise that hell is very near and it all depends just on the partner you choose.
But yes that was all before.Days have changed is what they say.
I tried my best to not think of those days.

I can hear the birds flying suddenly, the packs circling as if they have the lead of something close.
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.
When Anita first told me of this safari I wasn't much excited.
Even the whole idea of trekking in the open on an elephant with just the mahaut and no other safety dint excite me.
She said that this would be our retribution, of going away from the past which was lonesome and scary.
When we had distrust and disregard for days at a a stretch.Maybe this was the reason for which we never had children.

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.
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.
The shame was too much and maybe the end was too small.
I gave her too much and yet wanted too little.

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.
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.
Land lay moist of the marks of predators we shuddered even to think.And always the tranquil sound of the river flowing nearby.
I immediately fell in love with the place and all over again with Anita.
This was supposed to be my best vacation ever.

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.
This was more than enough with me exactly knowing what to do, now.

I had bribed the mahaut enough knowing that there are not many needs of poor men.
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.
And lo behold what I see is not one lion but a pack of lions raging a war with hunger.
There have been cases of man eating animals and this was evident by the way they were charging towards us.
Just any second from now the lions would have their fill and I would have my revenge.
A small thud it would be and Anita would be what she is, nothing but a dead remorseless body.

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.
Even before help could come the body was torn beyond recognition.

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.

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.
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.

Written for 3WW for the words: Cooperation, lame and terse

~Harsha

Sparks

Image credits: Spark Saw by *Burning2Sleep

See it is just that moment which begins with a spark and this and only this moment which can burn a nation like wildfire.
I was wondering why sometimes words fail me while sometimes unknowingly failure begets poetry.
I was breaking my head bad and mad all over me but whatever I wrote had to be deleted.
Nothing seemed to make any sense to me.It was just void, dull insignificant psychotic void, present but still insignificant.
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.
It was this very moment where sense prevailed over absolution.
Something which came out pouring of my school prayers:
"Where knowledge is free and World has not been broken up.....into dreary desert sands".

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.
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.
And a lot depends on the facts fed into these papers.Cause what are facts but a winners carnage.
Anyways I somehow still am never satisfied by what I ever write.
But sometimes at least it is passable and sometimes people try to pass it and I know it stinks during those times.
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.
And everything then fits into where t should fit.
It is that spark, that moment which makes the whole sense.
I would be happy if we all could bolster courage to copulate more with these sparks of ours.

~Harsha