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Harsh Sandhu Oct 2014
Neither star nor moon
I give you ever soon
Not in habit telling a lie
You believe me as true guy
Nay me fond of to boast
Because i exact know true love's cost
Can't promise to you fatuously
To stop smacking heart obviously
If life does not exist
Where the love persist
Not love render body to other
Love's fidelity among couples at par
Being body's pleasure short lived
Have no conform cause true love thrived!
I can't promise , i can't claim, love not with your skin, not with your wealth..i truly believe in love then why others things are important for you..is love not enough for you.
Harsh Sandhu Oct 2014
Being pressed for time remaining
College days are going to coming
Will be a race against time
Will be a case to save time
Having no time in our hands
Will be a cause of frustration among friends!

Of being compete to beat the clock
Will be ever seeking to make good time for joke
And the moment losing track of time will be a case
But will be fine brings up shine to everyone face
Doing right things at high times
Will be a move to keep up times!!
my friends, my college, i sit on the bench and everyone listens my jokes and laughs..i miss them..
Harsh Sandhu Oct 2014
I did mistakes
Every time, every type
Nonsense things
Made me so hype
At that time
I was so agressive
Even so possessive
Whenever i saw her
With some other boy
Or even to enjoy
My feelings got high
I felt very bad
My face got red
I could'nt do anything
Anger made me mad
I only hurted myself
From outer to inner
I loser, she winner
I hated everything
She made me a sinner
I wept, she slept
I woke, she joke
To love her my mistake
She only mock
She replied
And apllied
So easily
So causaly
It's hard for me
Not her to see
Not her to talk
So alone to walk
In life
And to strife
To achieve heights
Two ways for me
To end or to be
You can read it or you can sing it but u have to feel it like a part of it.
Harsh Sandhu Oct 2014
WAY OF LIFE
At times far from sprinkled streets
Left with tedious talk
Far away from retreats
All alone in the fields I walk!

In the scuttle of strife
I lost the beauty of my word
Not able to spit out myself
My way of life became absurd!!

Tempests of ideas propel my mind
But I want to feel the odor of limitless wind
Closing my eyes and making me relax
With deep breaths not even a single impediment I remind!!!
                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                               “Deep” words by Harsh Sandhu

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