Determination

As I stretch my hand

My blades hurt 

I scamper to a rescue 

but my veins thrust

I pull whats all within

and let out one last cry

with sweat in my eyes

and blood in breath

I yearn to instigate everything

that has not turned death

The silence tickles

as if insane

The time trickles 

as if it would never wane

But there I see the hourglass

Losing all the sand

There I see my life 

losing all that could be grand

I had promised myself 

that I would hold that time

I had promised myself 

that I would fight this time

So,one last time

I stretch my hand

My blades hurt 

And ah,

I hold the time.

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Written for Magpie Tales

~Harsha

POWER-the other side

In respone to a photo on

Every Photo tells a Story




A man has the power
to sow the seeds of his destiny
A man has the power
to build the road to money
A man has the power
to find his wings of creativity
A man has the power
to prove his claims' veracity

But when I used my power
I touched women's modesty
But when I used my power
I hurt my loved ones frugality
But when I used my power
I shattered sincere religious custody
But when I used my power
I scarred divine sanctity
But when I used my power
I sniffed on cocaine and ecstasy

And then I saw
The fallacies I commited
And then I felt
the sadness I exubered
Felt guilty of my sins
saw pain that I inflicted

And then my conscience hit me
My misdeeds enamored me
And then I took a decision
Got my power's confrontation
A power that I had
But always used it in the
in the wrong direction

And then I tore my arm
that hit my soul
And then I bore my marks
by the pain so pure

I know my arm will grow back
If I mend my ways
I know my arm will grow back
If I make things right
I know my arm will grow back
yes,it will


HARSHA