sentiments and others
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Tuesday, May 5, 2009
HUG- A MIRACLE
(JAADOO KI JHAPPI)
One sunny day in the midst of all stress,
I wake up late to fill warmth.
I still managed to make your heart press,
The secret pulses beneath.
All i aimed was to split the arrow,
In two good reasons for it to be,
In the way of your hands,
Which could make you feel free.
Then did u use me,
To remove loneliness from your own,
And peek in the hearts of all unknown,
Leaving you with loads of glee.
Now, you thought of me all the day,
And asked me “how did u make your way?”
Smiling I said,” dear I‘m HUG... Just a sec away,
And even the path is just within U
The best gift you can give is a hug: one size fits all and no one ever minds if you return it…
- Haritha Singh
One sunny day in the midst of all stress,
I wake up late to fill warmth.
I still managed to make your heart press,
The secret pulses beneath.
All i aimed was to split the arrow,
In two good reasons for it to be,
In the way of your hands,
Which could make you feel free.
Then did u use me,
To remove loneliness from your own,
And peek in the hearts of all unknown,
Leaving you with loads of glee.
Now, you thought of me all the day,
And asked me “how did u make your way?”
Smiling I said,” dear I‘m HUG... Just a sec away,
And even the path is just within U
The best gift you can give is a hug: one size fits all and no one ever minds if you return it…
- Haritha Singh
Friday, April 24, 2009
few more pics
FLOWERS OF HOPE
BEAUTIFUL SUNSET
THE WARRIOR LOOK
THE SHADOWS OF LIFE-HARITHA SINGH
Thursday, April 9, 2009
UNPREDICTABLE...
In those shadows of scissors and knife,
Role of cotton ready to get drenched in red,
Scan reports and trips of energy,
Dwelt the pulses dead.
On the stained white bed,
Inscribed number slab,
Flickering bulb of green then red,
Survived the hopes in each heart throb.
Through the fine door holes,
Electric wires of life saver,
Conscious steps of needle and thread,
Counted time – the fierce wound chaser.
Without blood flowing in a non- living,
There blood was oozed out from a living.
Hopes, tears and then the fact,
All never remained intact.
A human from home rising to cast as soul,
With the lowering of life chances…50, 10, 1….
Unpredictable are the supporters of death,
Unpredictable are the order of time,
Relations so huge that are nurtured to tree,
And then stem bend to loose all the glee.
Lose of father is what made me realize,
That small happiness and huge burns,
All are unpredictable,
And unluckily don’t return.
HARITHA SINGH
Role of cotton ready to get drenched in red,
Scan reports and trips of energy,
Dwelt the pulses dead.
On the stained white bed,
Inscribed number slab,
Flickering bulb of green then red,
Survived the hopes in each heart throb.
Through the fine door holes,
Electric wires of life saver,
Conscious steps of needle and thread,
Counted time – the fierce wound chaser.
Without blood flowing in a non- living,
There blood was oozed out from a living.
Hopes, tears and then the fact,
All never remained intact.
A human from home rising to cast as soul,
With the lowering of life chances…50, 10, 1….
Unpredictable are the supporters of death,
Unpredictable are the order of time,
Relations so huge that are nurtured to tree,
And then stem bend to loose all the glee.
Lose of father is what made me realize,
That small happiness and huge burns,
All are unpredictable,
And unluckily don’t return.
HARITHA SINGH
HAPPY TO MOVE MY FINGERS ON THE KEYBOARD...
HOPE COMMENTING SHALL ALSO B FUN.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
IM BACK..WITH KEYBOARD ON MA LAP.. Gonna keep typing !!
Monday, March 30, 2009
HEY GUYS XAMS ON HEAD..
SO SCRATTCHING MA GREY MATTER FOR IT...
BLOG. BLOGGING SHALL ALL RESUME AFTER APRIL 6TH...
BYEEEEEEE
SO SCRATTCHING MA GREY MATTER FOR IT...
BLOG. BLOGGING SHALL ALL RESUME AFTER APRIL 6TH...
BYEEEEEEE
Sunday, March 22, 2009
SORRY
SORRY FOR MAKING U GUYS WAIT FOR THE POST FOR SUCH A LONG TIME..
REALLY
I WAS MISSING TYPING IN MA EMOTIONS ON THE BLOG.. AS WELL AS UR COMMENTS..I HAV MA EXAMS FROM 28TH MARCH
SO WAS PREPARING FOR IT...
BYE
REALLY
I WAS MISSING TYPING IN MA EMOTIONS ON THE BLOG.. AS WELL AS UR COMMENTS..I HAV MA EXAMS FROM 28TH MARCH
SO WAS PREPARING FOR IT...
BYE
Sunday, February 22, 2009
LOVE
THIS POST I HAD WRITTEN JUST FOR THE ROTARACT CLUB..
WHATS SPECIAL IN THIS THAT I HAV THOUGHT OF IT FOR 5 SEC, WRITTEN IT IN 15 MIN..
AND MOREOVER I LOVE EACH N EACH N EVERY LINE I HAVE WRITTEN..
HOPE U ALL TOO LOVE IT.
“Why am I so close to you and why are you to me?”
that’s the query stuck in ma mind.
you answer me saying those 3 words melting me,
But there is something peculiar to it I find."
The above thoughts are located in the deep core of a heart of a person who is struck by the arrow of the cupid for a stranger. Whose inexpressible eyes somehow camouflage to the reality of innocent love and then be expressible –that which speaks, advices, taunts, teases, and give a propelling warmth.
Moreover, when the following lines are sung -
“I can see the warmth unlimited,
Even when scary doors are unlocked.
This one is from a soul, from which I have born,
And due to whom could see an unrestricted dawn.”
-A wind of blessings swing along the days of evil and ethereal, the love of parents is so pure and serene that even cries and mourns don’t effect it.
The child’s love for his/her mother is unconditionally explained in the most popular Hindi song from” Taare Zameen Par”:
“Never do I say u,
Mom, still I shiver seeing the darkness around.
Never do I express,
Mom, still I care for u abound.
U know every nook of mine, my mom
Never leave me stranded in such a way in the crowd,
Mom, that I can’t trace the dotted lines to home.
Never send me so far,
Mom, that u can’t recall my memories profound.” (TRANSLATED FROM HINDI)
And the most soulful connection is with God and his Angels..
So, LOVE is something which doesn’t require a day, a minute or a second it is a mortal that is preserved such undoubtedly with lots of memories of dew and glitter making our life like a pearl protected with it.
So, I LOVE U ---FOR ALL.
-HARITHA SINGH
WHATS SPECIAL IN THIS THAT I HAV THOUGHT OF IT FOR 5 SEC, WRITTEN IT IN 15 MIN..
AND MOREOVER I LOVE EACH N EACH N EVERY LINE I HAVE WRITTEN..
HOPE U ALL TOO LOVE IT.
“Why am I so close to you and why are you to me?”
that’s the query stuck in ma mind.
you answer me saying those 3 words melting me,
But there is something peculiar to it I find."
The above thoughts are located in the deep core of a heart of a person who is struck by the arrow of the cupid for a stranger. Whose inexpressible eyes somehow camouflage to the reality of innocent love and then be expressible –that which speaks, advices, taunts, teases, and give a propelling warmth.
Moreover, when the following lines are sung -
“I can see the warmth unlimited,
Even when scary doors are unlocked.
This one is from a soul, from which I have born,
And due to whom could see an unrestricted dawn.”
-A wind of blessings swing along the days of evil and ethereal, the love of parents is so pure and serene that even cries and mourns don’t effect it.
The child’s love for his/her mother is unconditionally explained in the most popular Hindi song from” Taare Zameen Par”:
“Never do I say u,
Mom, still I shiver seeing the darkness around.
Never do I express,
Mom, still I care for u abound.
U know every nook of mine, my mom
Never leave me stranded in such a way in the crowd,
Mom, that I can’t trace the dotted lines to home.
Never send me so far,
Mom, that u can’t recall my memories profound.” (TRANSLATED FROM HINDI)
And the most soulful connection is with God and his Angels..
So, LOVE is something which doesn’t require a day, a minute or a second it is a mortal that is preserved such undoubtedly with lots of memories of dew and glitter making our life like a pearl protected with it.
So, I LOVE U ---FOR ALL.
-HARITHA SINGH
