When I forgot…. 

He slammed the door shut. 
The night was rough. 
He woke up to a bad headache, 
And a cup of perfect hot coffee. 

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Hero. 

That was a day, 
When the night was cold, 
The winds sung a song so coarse, 
And the world had trembled, 
He covered some miles, 
In that small passage, 
Biting his tongue, 
Burning a hair or a two, 
She was inside the cabin, 
Where he couldn’t go, 
Some dreams of them, 
With a little hope, 
Some sweet smiles, 
Some pockets not so heavy, 
But full of wishes, 
Desires, future and hard work, 
A little house in the countryside, 
My world, my universe, 
Was their dream, 
Then he came crying, 
Packed in a soft towel, 
So small, so small, so small, 
He wiped his tears, 
Adjusted his sight, 
A war was to be fought, 
And he took against the world,
Bring back a bottle of milk, 
To a smiling family, 
The roof wasn’t strong sometimes, 
Food vanished from the plates, 
He cried, she cried, 
But never did he, 
That small growing packet of ambitions, 
Time passed like sand from hands, 
And he lost the black of hair, 
The melody he used to sometimes sing to, 
A rhyme so serene, 
Dreams became reality, 
Hard work, patience and lots of love, 
Sometimes he lost his temper, 
A man may sometimes show what’s inside, 
Sometimes not all the times, 
And he would smile when he showed him the card he made at school, 
The fantastic movie, the best shoes, 
Dreams when become a reality, 
Are a precious thing, 
Some lose something, 
For someone to gain a something, 
He wore those same old shoes, 
They still are as good as new, 
And the best thing for him, 
He would buy, 
He doesn’t know how to show love, 
He has been hard wired, 
Grown a shell, 
So that you don’t bear what he bears, 
The sweat, the blood, no difference, 
The days when he lost his hope, 
And when the world wasn’t fair, 
But he taught you to love and respect, 
To see the beauty of the world, 
To grow things he never could in himself, 
And would very quietly sleep at night, 
With legs sore from the day, 
Sometimes sleep would come to him, 
Sometimes he would walk in the garden, 
And pick up the thorns from the grass, 
Plant a tree in the soil, 
Or sometimes in him, 
Obvious it might be, 
Then or in sometime, 
And would try a hand at your guitar, 
To see if he could play, 
The sleepless nights, 
The spine chilling cold, 
And those shoulders that never lost hope, 
They say superheroes are made of something special, 
Now I believe, 
It’s the will of a being that makes him a superhero, 
Instills him with courage and valor, 
Lucky I am to see a superhero everyday, 
As he holds the newspaper, 
The only thing I can say, 
Don’t worry this world, Papa will save the day! 

The night had lost its senses…..

शाम भी हसीन थी, 
कुछ गहरी कुछ बेबाक थी, 
वो आए थे किसी हवा के झोंके की तरह, 
जाम हमने क्या था पकड़ा, 
शाम शराबी हो गयी….. 


The evening was magnificent, 
A little reserve, a little extravagant, 
She came as a gush of wind, 
I held a glass in my hands, 
And the night had lost its senses…. 

The Universe

Somedays the universe conspires to not let you have what you want.


Then there are days when it stands with you, shoulder to shoulder and while sipping a cup of freshly brewed coffee tells you, “Didn’t I say so?” while you overlook the only thing you ever wanted. 


It’s funny isn’t it? 

Hello There…!!!

I have never done this kind of post before and I think it’s high time I do one. (Or I’ll keep on procrastinating this.)

Hi, I am Kumar Harsh. I am a Civil Engineer (Although an Accidental One ;-)) and currently trying my hand at everything ( I guess 22 previous years were a rather mundane one). Serious writing came to me when one day a friend of mine suggested me to start a blog and here I am. wp_002098

I have lived at many places ( owing to the God’s Plan to not let me settle at a place) which has made me like every place and I have a rather wandering spirit. I have seen places which I had dreams of and places where entry was restricted( almost making me run for my life. haha). My love for trying out new things have made my room a collection of many things (including a number of books which I haven’t yet read).  I used to be a chubby kid once( I still am but a little less than before. haha) then I got into a gym and the rest is History.(Miracles Happen! haha) It was the gym that made me develop some good habits that made me control my eating habits(Although I still can finish an entire pizza by myself and still be hungry for more. My soul feeds on Junk food. But more particularly food.) The first thing I tried to learn was Bhangra( An Indian Form of dance.) It was a fun exercise. Also I took some classes Of Salsa( But my fear of the Other gender made me abstain from it.) It was the first time I ever held the hand of a girl.(Yes, I admit. I am still terrible with people other than of the same gender as me. 😦 )

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And then I wanted to learn a new language and I did it. I am addicted to some brands and more of a brand person loyal to a particular brand. Be it clothes, accessories or even cameras, if I love one brand nothing comes in my way. But I am always open to trying out new things.

Recently me and my friend, we got a liking for Tennis and let me tell you its an amazing game. Although I am not a master but I love playing it.

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I also have a penchant for driving and have driven sometimes even a complete day. But the only requirement is that Music should be playing loud in the background. Oh and by music, music is my second love( first would be food because without food i cannot function). At Home, I have a variety of instruments ranging from a violin, a guitar, flutes, tabla and I am in talks with the High Command( In this case my father) to get a harmonium or a piano.

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You all must be wondering why I have attached so many pictures of me in this post. Well I wanted you people to see what the power of change can do (just kidding, it looked cool. haha)

These are some of the transformations I tried on myself. The last ones were really difficult. I feared of being thrown out of the house. My parents don’t consider me as their son. I am now of a religion different as them.(That’t what they say when I go with them for any function) But I am really stubborn and do things any way.

so,this was a little of me. You’ll find more on the journey with me.

Leave a comment below. I am sure we must have something in common. Who knows we might click. As I did with so many wonderful people I found here. 🙂

 

Thank You for all the love and support. Without YOU this was not possible.

 

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A hungry stomach… 

भूखे पेट से कभी पूछना कैसा होता है नमक का स्वाद,
पेट भरने की कोशिश मैं जीब मुसल्सल दम तोड़ देती है…..

Ask a hungry stomach how the salt tastes,
In an effort to fill,  the tongue usually loses its breath….