Déjà vu

Bewildered Complexity

Are they stars?

Or the glow worms

Are they comets with star dust?

Or just buzzing flies with tail lights

What makes us define?

I mean the dreams 

Or déjà vu

Is it the austere of love?

Or complexity of forlorn

Thoughts filled my mind

Like a volcano dormant

Spitting Smokes-

Dark as night and

Thick as egg white

Convicted to dream

The infinities

While still believe in oblivion

                           -© HR

                                Harsha Ramireddy

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When Freedom Falls

Let your dreams bloom. For life is short. Make every wish possible. A little hope would do it all. Just give it some time and let it bloom.

When Freedom Falls

When freedom falls,

I would dream again!

She said to herself

frightened and feared

Simmering her tone,

So no one would hear

Her crumpled voices,

Supressed along her shadows

As she withered in the arms

of this heinous world.

She still said herself

In her crumpled voices,

I would dream again

                         -Harsha vardhan.

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Love Is Our World

Love Is Their World

Sorry! The poem is published. So I need to remove it from the blog. Enjoy the remaining poems and let me know your opinion....

                            - R. Harsha Vardhan

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A Stranger In My Life

We all desire to have someone who would hear us out, and give us support and strength. Or sometimes just to talk when we are out of people. To one such stranger is this poem...

A Stranger In My Life

There she came, like a hot air balloon

while I am the burning flame

she learnt my pain,

As I combust

She decipher my darkness, 

And we both rise high

with a relation so meek, but strangely strong

Like a character and the writer

Estranged , yet interveined.

Two different worlds , same deep down

One wish to share

And the other just hear

But we both feel light

As she heals from hearing

While I heal from sharing.

Strange little world,

And strange are the people

She is my stranger

And so I am of her.

Afterall,

We live in a world full of surprises

"A Stranger In My Life"

Could be a mere wish of a loner.

                      

                                                                    -R.Harsha Vardhan

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The Void

The Void

A Piece Of Me...

I do trust in NEVER-LET-YOU-DOWN  kind of friendship. I do have true friends, soul mates.

A cup of coffee to always keep me sane. A scoop of chocolate with desired topping to keep me cool both emotionally and physically. Millions of books that gives me strength. Myriad of words that let me dream.

When reality severed my soul, they created a mere dimension where my life is more amusing than dreams and more beautiful than fantasies and fairy tales. I am a Piece of them and they are a Piece of me. We are binded together like tea and biscuits, Bonded together for eternity like two loving souls. All those pieces together caressing my soul , bound together to make me whole.

                                                         -R.Harsha Vardhan Reddy

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Your Sweet Thoughts...

Every night when I think of you , I feel that what is so special in your name that makes my little time before sleep so blissful? Then I realise that those moments we had together make me feel you've always been within me . That little humour that made me laugh, your humble nature that made me smile, that elegant smile of your's which made me skip a beat every time, reminiscing all those little moments when together made my night a beautiful one. I found that it's not your name that makes me exquisitely happy , but it's our relationship that we never knew existed which is making its effort to sprout out of our hearts, to provoke into a beautiful and heavenly symphony called love.

                                                                                                         -R.Harsha Vardhan Reddy

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The IN - DEPENDENCE DAY!

15th August 1947. The day when she finally got her freedom, her Independence, her life back from years of being abused, tortured and controlled her by giving her false belief and by fooling her with illusions.  When she finally realized, she fought back with all her will. She never lost hope. She fought with glory to gain back her respect and to learn what she lost due to some immigrants, the Independence. She finally achieved it. When the day she achieved her Freedom, her face is filled with glory, and she's vibrant and happy by seeing all the people of her echoing the voice of freedom and their hearts and faces filled with the glory resonating the names of exceptional individuals who brought Independence to our mother nation INDIA.

Years passed by since the day of Independence. People forgot like they always do. The resonating echoes lost their frequency and gone missing. The great glory lost. Since 1947, people forgot the real meaning of Independence and the freedom.

''THE NATION UNDERSTOOD INDEPENDENCE, OUR MINDS DID NOT'' 
                                                                                                                                      -unknown

We never understood the term Independence, we never did! We tell that our India got freedom, and we are free. What does freedom mean? We are just slaves in our self-built habitat with castes and religions, rich and poor, and the so-called dirty politics with a beautifully framed word called Democracy(where the people rule!). So funny. Some kids work and beg; some individuals rule us, threaten us under the name of Independence.
We are caged in our customized prison. 
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Is this IN - DEPENDENCE or INDEPENDENCE?

Happy 70th Independence day to all the Indians. Jai hind.

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Dragonflies All Over My Head

A day before, I was sitting on my verandah lost myself somewhere in my past. All of a sudden there came as many as dragonflies dancing all over my head, and I partly noticed them, but I still am lost. And then there came the rain drenching me in it. After that, I wrote this poem.

            Millions Of Dragonflies

Millions of dragonflies right over my head
And all I could feel was the drizzling pain
They are dancing in the air
Embracing the odour of earth
Just before the rain that is yet to rinse

And all I could feel was the drizzling rain of pain
Then came the rain and the pain is still there
waiting for the rain to pour 
And make my eyes wet again
As the rain inside me poured a lot 
And drained long ago
All I could do was to wait for the rain 
To make me feel an illusion of crying 

The rain is long gone
But why not the pain
It's still pouring inside 
But will  never let my eyes rain 
And my pain drain 
Again came the dragonflies
Flying right over my head
And all I could feel was my everlasting pain!

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Some Faded Memory Under Spotlight!

                                         Maybe It Is!            

             

                    

Life is more than what you think. Sometimes we regret things that we have done and sometimes do things that we are going to regret. Like people change like things change and like things change as you do.  

               

              The person that I once have been close, Playthings around, fool each other, bunk classes, stare at girls, tease, giggle, get caught and all those lovely fun stuff that I have done once. But now I am left with nothing.  Sometimes all it takes is a single experience that completely breaks you. Makes you hard enough to feel. It did work in that way to me. Yeah its just a mixture of little mistake and misunderstanding. But there is this thing called EGO, stronger than an apology that it breaks the relationship as a piece of glass. He made me feel heartsick, broken and shattered and made me feel betrayed. So I hated him and did wait for a chance, one single chance to knock him down hard.

              But now that he needs some help, he came to me. I got the opportunity to show him how it feels dejected, what it's like to be annoyed. I got a chance to make him remember that we are no longer friends. But God I did not take my chance. I did help him. By then I understood one thing that deep down I still remember those friendship moments. But one thing is for sure that we are no longer friends. Because people change.

All this made me know one thing that I still have a layer of my heart that still is tender and so can feel!

                                                                                                   -Harsha Vardhan.R

Lost In Your Dreams!

This Poem Depicts All....

Maybe it's love

Maybe it's infatuation

Or maybe it's lust

I don't know what it is

But I can't imagine a day without you

And so a night!

I don't know where you are

I don't know what you are

I don't know anything about you

But I feel I know you since a long time

I believe we lived together for a lifetime.

When I close my eyes

You slowly slip into my dreams

And take me into your arms.

Then I look into your eyes

And so you into mine

They are so magnificent 

That I can't stop looking them

The  way you splendidly smile

And take me close

And we hug so tight that

I suffocate in your love

Then we kiss

Your lips are so soft and pink

As cherry blossoms in the spring.

I think about you in the dawn

And so in the dusk.

I feel your presence when I close my eyes

And I think about you when I open my eyes

I don't know what it is

But I desperately need you

As I can't live without you.

In your eyes, I'm lost

In your sight, I'm lost

In your smile, I'm lost

In your thoughts, I'm lost

Simply, I'm lost in you

In your dreams, I live

I don't know what it is

But I call it love

And I love you 

Forever and ever

                              -Harsha Vardhan

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Smile With Many Shades!

Smile! It is as beautiful and pure, at least when we look at it.
Just remember that beautiful smile of your crush which seems magnificent, beautiful and that refreshes you and takes to a different world, a world that gives you ''Awe'' feeling with great ecstasy.
A smile is just an awe-inspiring expression that everyone will have.

But like every other thing, even the smile has its share of a dark side too! 
Smile, it's a single expression with a thousand may be a million shades, meanings inscribed in it.

When you are burning with pain, crying all alone lying on the bed and suddenly came some people with their cool consoling criteria to help you. Then that bloody idiot creeps up to your face slowly from deep inside like a champion of a marathon and makes you look cool and like everything is fine with you.
Left all alone you feel smile has become an expression just to hide your pain. It is a smile that you do to comfort people or maybe keep them away from your problems.

This guy called smile has as many shades as he can. A Smile of happiness, A smile that turns your cheeks pink when you see your crush, A Wicked Smile, A witty smile, A smile with envy, An evil smile, A filthy smile....... and it goes on.

'Whatever may be the reason for your smile keep smiling and everything gonna be fine.'

"Smile Can Make Look Anyone Beautiful. Because There Is No Such Thing As Ugly Smile Exists!"
                                                                                    -Harsha Vardhan :-)

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Its Pain Again!

                                                         Pain Plays
Pain! its a culprit.
It plays, and I am game!
It makes me smile,
makes me cry.
It makes me run and 
makes me stop.
It makes me empty and yet
It shows a million dreams!

Pain! its a culprit.
It killed my hope
and my happiness.
In a group of people,
and yet I feel I am all alone.

It tells me what I lost and 
tells me what I had.
Of course, I had nothing
and yet I am still living!
Not because I had a life to live,
but because I don't have the courage to die.

And still pain keeps playing 
and I am its game.

DREAMS!!!!

Dreams, illusions. How beautiful they are!  Everyone dreams of many things that we love and adore. It may be about your future career or your love or about something that you admire and want the most. But Not every dream comes true. Somewhere, at some point, you'll lose your dreams. I wrote this poem about such broken dreams in the perspective of a kid.

                                             Broken Dreams
I know I use to fly
Like all the birds do
So high! So long!
Gliding along the seaside
and between the skyscrapers,
I know I use to fly.

They said I am a kid 
And said my wings are ain't wings!
They are my delusions,
And are called as dreams.
But still, I believe that I can fly,
Because I know I use to fly.

I was told I can't fly
My friends laughed at me,
My mom warned me not to fly.
They ripped my wings off!

I know I use to fly,
So high! So long!
But not now, not without my wings.
I felt the pain and agony.
Consoled myself saying,
They are just dreams,
My delusions!

My mom, the doctor 
and everyone is happy.
As I am flying no more.

But I am the one left with
Sliced wings and broken dreams!

Powerful Pain

Pain can show how much did one love a girl or a boy. Pain can manifest the love. Pain can explain your condition. Pain can reveal a lot. It describes much more than love can do. Pain seeds the power of consoling and also creates love.

Love seldom can be the reason for pain. But pain can never be the cause for a love break!!

                                                                                                                 -Harsha Vardhan
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Happy New Year ! !

Rise like the Sun In The Dawn,
Leave The Past Like The Moon Leaving The Skies.
Leave The Worse Moments Like Seeds,
And Take All The Good Memories, Success Like The Fruits.
Every Day Comes Only Once,
Cherish It. Enjoy It.
And A New Year Can Be A New Beginning....

Happy New Year. Cherish Your Past And Hope Best In This New Year ;-)
                                                                                           
                                                                                                 - Harsha Vardhan

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