Blank Pages.....

Sometimes its really hard to maintain that smile on your face when you feel nothing inside!

"I am a victim of introspection." ~Sylvia Plath

Bipolar's Introspection

Blank pages,

Empty corridors,

My diary is filled-

With mere nothingness.

Broken pieces,

Open cracks

Rage, Pain, and everything fake-

Fill the hourglass

With what you desire

As nothing stays there.

Amidst the light, 

I stand alone

Amidst the crowd,

I hear silence

My shadows of darkness

are skipping the waves 

of illuminated  bands.

The silence

The Darkness

And colors unseen-

The universe is within me.

                              ~Harsha Vardhan

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Some Days

Life is small. Live it to the fullest. No matter how bad the situations are, keep smiling and everything falls together.

Some Days

Some days 

I wake up with a smile

Put wide on my face,

with memories

of grief and pain,

Tears and rain.

Some days

I wake up with a smile

A cheeky one,

With joy and hope

Of the bright, but naive

Future I desire.

Some days

I wake up with a smile

With tangible curves

and mild dimples,

with nothingness inside-

an intrinsic anguish, lied deep

In secret cores of my heart.

But some days,

I simply can't smile

Everything from past and present

Pain and pleasant

and mere abyss-

all at once gush in me.

I simply cant handle it anymore.

So some days, I sit crossed

In the longest corner

Of an empty room in mere darkness,

I cry, I cry and pamper myself,

Again I put a wide smile

and continue to live.

                      ~Harsha Ramireddy

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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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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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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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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!

BLACKS AND WHITES

"what do you know about me? Do you think you know me?" a million questions raised in me when others try to explain me the things I am going through.... so I penned down my feelings in the form of this poem. Hope you'll thoroughly enjoy it.

                                                       BLACKS AND WHITES
There You Say 
You Know My Whites,
And Do My Blacks
You See Me... So You Think You Know Me?

You Know My Smile,
But Never Did My Happiness
You Know My Tears,
But Never Did My Pain
You Know My Patience,
But Never Did My Silence
You Know My Heart,
Never The Feelings
And Yet You Say You Know Me.

maybe I Am Green Of A Black Shell,
Or Red Of A White Shell
A Myriad Of Colours,
And A Million Shades

Yet you See My Blacks And Whites!
Hahaha... They Are Just My Shades.

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