Stranger as my own….. 

As he settled for everything that wasn’t his own,
All his dreams, desires and wishes,
Died a bitter death,
Choked, mutilated and starving,
Were they left,
While he told himself,
Maybe it’s for the best,
And made them his own,
The world assured,
Gave him the reasons,
And he caved in,
Until the day,
His heart couldn’t take no more,
It’s a risky choice,
They said,
As he left the stranger he had made his own,
And ventured into the night,
With nothing but hope,
Few family, maybe some friends,
And he took on the mighty Hill,
Not as an enemy,
But an ideal yet to achieve,
Maybe I fail,
Maybe I win,
Maybe I die trying,
He told the world,
As the world mocked his legs,
His figure, his brains,
But shall I sleep with dreams,
Of the things I saw,
The things I felt,
Onto the ride,
That felt my own…..

The Child in our……..

The Child in us that demands a desperate attention. 

Read through these lines, I hope you smile till the very end.  

Wind the horse,
Pull a chair,
The Party is to stay,
Dolls, houses and their mates,
Mrs. Little what a grey,
Whoosh goes the car,
Watch out, there comes the mighty bar,
I saved the world today,
Empty that tumbler in a sway,
Here comes a flying rocket,
Let it land in my pocket,
Wind the man,
Push a bear,
My house is in disarray,
Pinky promises, clips and jars,
Mr. Haver what a snare,
Round goes the merry,
Sweetest of all that cherry,
My tongue is blue,
Mine is gone,
Yay! I have a new pair,
Fill the air,
Bake the cake,
Hurrah! I am 5,
Can I drive?
Stitches and burn,
A holiday in the bed,
Who is the strongest of them all,
Take the case,
Never be late,
Mr. Grey what a pace,
Houses of bricks,
Cars of expense,
Everything here is so damm extense,
I miss those days,
Money was paper,
Happiness came in sweeter,
Roads were our runaways,
Home was our hanger,
She came and hugged me,
Papa do you wanna play?
Whoosh goes the car,
Run! Run! I am teethy far,
Child, child, man and man,
Shouldn’t we running,
After things not here in the far…….

Blaming is easy….

There are people, good people who deal with your Devils everyday, bearing every type of heartbreaking accusations. 

Some people do gather the courage to understand that all the time it was they who had been wearing faulty glasses. 

All they saw was faults of those people, Good people who dealt with Devils that even did not belong to them.

Each of us has been granted a life not with our wish but with the wish of someone more powerful than any of us. 

It becomes our responsibility to realize this simple little fact-

Rains pouring on a stormy night,
Were heavenly, were a sight,
Many cried in a tone so unknown,
My crops are fed,
My roof is no more.
I cursed the god, 
What went so wrong,
Thundered the god,
A house of cards can stay so long…

Blaming is easy. Anyone can do it. 

It takes courage to realize and mend your own mistake. 

Be one of those good people.

Usually the rains are too harsh on them.

It started that day….

It all started that day,
Sitting by the Stream,
I had a dream,
I was a King of the places away,
Silent as the night,
I was to create,
A world with a mead,
Buildings were not so high,
People were not so shy,
Dreams had once Breathed,
My road is not your ride,
It all started that day,
World is a piece of disarray,
I cried,
I cursed,
I had lost all my verse,
My world is dying,
I was a ride without a brake,
Twists and turns,
Highs and lows,
People and days,
I passed,
Run along told me the roar,
It all started that day,
Sitting by the stream,
I had a glimpse,
Glimpse of the hoary past,
That stood behind me,
Held me,
Laughed, pierced through my skin,
Why do hurt me?
You are just like them,
They cringe, they shriek,
They stab the ones to whom they swear,
They laugh, they kill, 
All they do is breed sins,
Give me a chance is what I ask,
But how can I,
I am what you was,
I closed my eyes,
Let me sleep,
Dreams are just a escape,
Let me wake with a high so high,
Let me help you go deep in the night,
Let me give you a coffin to sleep,
Mark your grave with a stone of mine,
Don’t forget me when I go deep in the dark,
Remember me who was you in times not so new,
I will be your light when you go down,
Let no one bring me back to life,
Some people are better under the soil,
I had slept over the buried past,
Someone shook my head,
I had waken up to shining day,
Who are you, I rubbed my eyes,
I will be you what you desire,
I took his hands and took his clothes,
Let us make you what I am,
It all started that day,
Sitting by the stream,
I had a dream…..

Our life- Animated movie….

Our life- animated movie 

I sometimes think, 
what if our life would be a like an animated movie
where imagination is rewarded with a sheer feeling of satisfaction, 
where hope never dies, 
where there is no end to anything, happiness, gratitude, disappointments, dizziness, nostalgia or even the feel of flying with nothing but a breath of fresh air. 

We are expecting too much and too soon. Don’t you think?

Have faith. 
Everything falls in place at the right time.

To exist or not to….

There are days when our existence becomes a question. Everything attached with every one of us becomes an illusion. These are the days we realise existing and existence are two totally different things. You exist till your heart beats. Existence is for eternity…..

Too many good people are leaving us…. 

This one for everyone whom you miss, who has been an inspiration, a guide, an idol and whatever you want them to be….

Life is an exciting routine……

There always will be a better body, a glowing face, something exciting, some one very new. We tend to be attracted to something different because everytime we see something new our hearts notches up the pace a little.  It’s all a part of the evolutionary process. Our systems are designed to react to something unusual. But hey, have you ever realised what it would be like to not see the sun each day, not to feel the breeze fill up your shirts, not to hear that voice everyday. Respect what is there, hope for the better, enjoy what is forever……

Destination unknown….

I had planned a destination,
To a place,
Which had no address,
Took out my hat, put on some shoes,
Adjusted my view,
Step by step it had all started,
Home is near,
Was the only relaxation,
Days had passed,
Mountains had submerged,
I grew some wrinkles,
Step by step it had all started,
I had planned a destination,
To a place,
Which had no address,
I crossed many valleys,
Leaps of faith I had taken,
Some were Harsh, 
The others had a great fall,
Broke some bones,
Tore down a muscle,
Mend, repair, perennial,
Rose again, 
Stood up again,
The Sun shone after the starless nights,
Step by step it had all started,
I had planned a destination,
To a place,
Which had no address,
Then there were lands,
Greeny and kind,
Stay here, 
Live here,
Home can be near,
I saw my bag,
Destination is nowhere near,
The mind wanted to stay,
Said this is a place for you my dear,
The heart said with a beat,
You left your home with a view so clear,
Reach the place where you will be louder,
This place is just a moment,
The place awaits you,
The path awaits you,
I took my bag,
Tightened my shoes,
Adjusted my view,
And here I go,
Step by step it had all started,
I had planned a destination,
To a place,
Which had no address,
The place came somehwere down the road,
It was beautiful in all sown,
I jumped with joy,
Kicked a rock,
Opened my bag,
And took out a board,
Declared the world it was someplace,
I had reached a place,
That was now known,
Hardwork, hard view, hard luck,
In the end they all contribute.

Dreams….

For once lets forget what we are,
Bring about a dream watched on a dreamy tart,
Let’s see beyond the realms of men,
Far past the pastures and the dying deads,
Cross the limits set by our realistic self,
For once let ourselves be ourself,
No ideal, no model to look upto,
The one in the mirror is the one up for you,
Our clashes and fights,
The nights where we lost our might,
Remember them, learn them, let them be past,
We have a journey to complete,
What’s the hurry, Nobody has to compete,
The roads sometimes lead to places unknown,
We meet, we talk, just behind the greeny grown,
Love is the force we need it all,
Do the rivers ever never flood?
All we have is this life infront of us,
Why not move on with the things that hurt,
Carry a child in the sun,
Make a wish true with your own hands,
Never belittle those who dream,
You know dreams are a currency,
Everyone can exchange…

A letter to me…

Dear Harsh,
We live in a world that is heavily shaped by what others think of you. There are times when the thought of being you just skips your mind because what others may think of you becomes prominent- that is what we have been told for almost all our life. Climb down the bench, don’t talk too loud, behave, don’t run, don’t touch, don’t understand, just obey. We have been subject to conditions that could have brought the best in us but Alas, we were shaped by what society might would have thought about us. I have been thinking about you a lot lately. You have been a good son till now, followed everything which was laid upon you, never broke any rules, was always helpful and could never lie. Your heart always overpowered your mind where there were some major decisions to be taken. You never intended any wrong to befall on your loved ones because they were the ones that resided in your heart, they were the ones that helped mend it when it was broken, gave it shots of adrenaline when it was almost dead. You never ever thought what your present action will do because you never thought from your mind. This did not affect many as your major decisions until now included mostly that involved you the major part and somebody or a group of some bodies as a minor or even an insignificant part. But from what I have seen in the past few watches, your decisions have started to affect many and the most affected is you. I am observing you and I don’t find you in a very functional state just because of the one decision that has made some people erase you from their life. I know this is painful because these people were your closest accomplice in some very good times. Grieving for them has become an order of the day for you. Everyday you become older than what you probably are just because you keep on thinking about them. I am not saying that this should not be done. But look at yourself buddy. You have lost all your happiness and joy that once you spread across everyone you met. You are not even justifying your own name- Harsh that means happiness. I just have to say this to you- you are everything that the universe is made up of. You have a body, a soul, a purpose and most importantly an aim in life. You have tried your best to maintain the relations that you wanted to maintain. Buddy, you look tired to me. I request you to please stop. You are just letting yourself go in this process that has snatched you from all the happiness and has made you a walking corpse. I can very well understand how difficult it is for you to let go because you find happiness in smallest things. A bubble of water can excite you, a bird bathing in a pool of mud can entice you, a baby laughing can mesmerize you. I know you will never forget those people because they will always remain special to you. You have grown in their company. But buddy you will have to learn to let go or else you will lose yourself. 
I will always be here. I will always help you when you need me. Just listen to me because I am you.

Your best friend, 
Kumar Harsh