Harsha: Poems

Harsha Jul 2018

What hurts more heartbreak
Or getting shot in the chest
While wearing a bullet proof Kevlar vest;
At point blank range with a large caliber bullet
Been there done that
In my humble opinion it’s definitely the steel pellet;
Heartbreak and happiness are states of mind
If you don't mind then it does not matter
Temporary illusions and fleeting issues cloned out of discarded tissues
They do not contribute any real threat nor physical attributes
Unlike a wound from a GSW;
Maybe I am wrong in this regard or am I been too hard
On all the sensitive lovers who cry themselves to sleep curled up in a ball
Eating ice cream, rereading the same old messages waiting the return of their lovers ghosts
Maybe I am wrong maybe I was never connected to this invisible force
But I would highly appreciate your feedback and thoughts
On this subject matter for the sake of all the hearts
That heartbreak undoubtedly seems to hunt.

GSW - gunshot wound
Please respond in the comment section lets start a conversation an argument a revolution let's start something anything and kick heart break and Tuesday in the *****!!! LOL

#heartbreak #gettingover #firstlove #pain #aconversation #arevolution

A Short Story from Comic Con (SFO)

Harsha Jul 2018

A Short Story from Comic Con (SFO)

You & me in San Francisco grown men playing dress up plus nerds
With you on my arms I am immediately separated from the heard
The remaining 10% - the jocks only by chance furiously attending
They gaze then pass at you curious glares
As they aim at me their jealous thousand yards stares
Stupefied and suspecting what we have in common to share
As you turn heads when you glide gracefully across the exhilarating COMIC CON air;
My fellow compatriots classify you as a beautiful figure that does not belong
A goddess among men browsing the NEW 52 graphic novel stall
As you broadcast your angelic smile while you enjoy this overflowing costumed hall
But all eyes are on you – you are the bell of this superhero themed ball;
My fellow geeks suffer in silence and in envious disbelief
Eventually overcomes as they go through their own stages of denial and grief,
Finally admitting this modern day miracle they begin to ponder
If they are in a FINAL FANTASY slumber
Day dreaming and sleep walking away into the yonder
Then they soon realize and dare for themselves to wonder;
If I - a geek just like them can accompany the company of a beautiful girl
There exists NEW HOPE for them too - that things can take an unexpected turn
From the ashes of common misconception and ridiculed rhetoric a DARK KNIGHT has risen
Avenging a triumph for all nerds freaks and geeks across the world

After word – thanks for coming to comic con with me, you dressed as the sexiest of Valkyries, since I have always been a soldier and you always been an angel you are undoubtedly my Valkyrie – a soldier s angel.

The common misconception: just because we love comics does not mean we are all losers who live with their mothers in dark basements playing HALO 24/7- more like intellects that choose to go beyond the average and limited imagination.

To all the so called JOCKS who discriminate their fellow man - gentlemen strip clubs and big trucks are all good but sooner or later they tend to lose interest as they present the same thing over and over again offering nothing for the imagination the inner child and intellect in you to share.

#comicon #misconceptions #girlslovecomicstoo #nerds #geeks #freaks

Ethereal

Harsha 7d

Ethereal

I want to hold your hand in silence.
Name ethereal suns that exist in the distance.
I wish I could bleed into your existence.
Quietly stay stowed away in your ethereal presence,
I would gladly marry into your darkness.
While everyone else is looking for your weakness
I will always read you as flawless.
As you try to hide the cracks beneath your armor.
Maybe they dream of vivid garden parties held in green meadows.
But I will gladly revolve around and under your colorful shadow.

Halley's Comet

Harsha Apr 2020

Halley's Comet

Every time I call her the result has always been one of the two revolving conclusions.
The phone would ring its heart out but no response, then straight to voice mail,
I don t believe in leaving messages or texting, nor writing on walls - I am old fashioned that way
The other is - the cellular device is transmitting, my heart races while my thoughts push for her response
Then an erratic of marvels, like the Halley's Comet!
She speaks and my heart stops then begins again, as I witness stars at high noon while recovering;
But, it turns out I always seem to come calling at the most unfavorable of hours, today is no different
Inopportunely, she is otherwise engaged occupied with a work related emergency as always
Creating obstacles preventing us from our very much overdue and profound conversations;
I love picking at her gorgeous brain and the things she transmits from her beautiful mind- we sync
She answers, I do my best not to fumble and mumble keeping up appearances I ask for some of her time
She declines politely blaming a colleague, due to blunder that took place in a different gallery / department – she sums it all up as a work fiasco in regard to an incorrect delivery, inaccurate client;
Conclusion: she needs to run damage control to minimize the fall out manage this disaster
That gallery those abstract paintings these Sculptures & sketches mixed with paint displayed on canvas
these fine arts she spends hours staring in to which she makes sense of in her own way- they are her life
She promises to call back and begs for my pardon, her exuberance in that moment makes me hopeful;
I have been waiting for that call back for little over a decade now, optimistically waiting for a phone call that will never come, in this life time.
Like the Halley's Comet! Not in my life time.

Halley's Comet is arguably the most famous comet. It is a "periodic" comet and returns to Earth's vicinity about every 75 years, making it possible for a human to see it twice in his or her lifetime. The last time it was here was in 1986, and it is projected to return in 2061.

If this is the End - Cleavage

Harsha Jun 2018

If this is the End - Cleavage

If CNN reports there is a meteorite heading towards earth
Hurling through space
Then this is how I choose to spend the last of my days
My last moments on earth burying my face
Between your long legs - In that special sensual place
Or find comfort lost in your warm cleavage;
Perfectly formed from your voluptuous breast
That makes up cotton candy mountains upon your chest;
If this is the end
I would tilt back my head lock my eyes with yours
As I rescue my face
To come up for some much needed air
Then resume immediately after a couple of breaths
So I could comfortably vanish back into your chest;
If this is the end- then
This is how I choose to face this impending carnage
This last and most unfortunate fate
Buried between your lovely legs or taking refuge submerged in your cleavage
Considering myself to be the luckiest of hostage;
Who s struck with a mild case of the Stockholm syndrome(you see)
Even in the face, of such a great threat, guaranteeing certain death
But yet - feeling completely safe, enjoying the way you taste
Listening to your heartbeat- I am both lost and found in your gaze
Then forgetting this fate - I marvel at your god given grace
Looking forward to the end
I rest my hopes my dreams my secrets upon your cleavage

wrote this last night on a whim - this morning she begged me not to post this she did not consider this as a win. i know this is messy i know it sounds crazy but i had to share this and i am really sorry baby ! :)

#cleavage #*** #herbodyisawonderland #myfavplaceonearth

Long distance relationships are like fat people

Harsha Jun 2018

Long distance relationships are like fat people

Impossibility can be overcome by time patience
And through your good graces
You said we can’t walk on water,
I responded in agreement that long distance relationships are like fat people
they usually do not work out.
You laughed even though tears were pouring like August rain;
I like that ability of mine to shift your ****** features from sorrow to entertained;
But I take it back it is not impossible and we are not fat people,
Wait till the winter I shall not only walk on the lake beneath the tree line you adore so much
I shall dance a perfect figure eight with the help of the metal strokes in my shoes.
Excuses are like ******* everybody got one
So I want us to work on this vigorously and aggressively; like Edison did with his light bulb;
I have figured out a thousand and one ways why this will not work out
But I only need to find out one way
In order us to prevail.

#nevergiveup #youmeare4ever

Parallel moments

Harsha Jun 2018

Parallel moments

A wrinkle in time; in that moment you laughed and then the moment passed me by
In that exact moment your laugh caught my eye;
Then I saw shooting stars making landfall on to the surface of Mars
The echoes of your laugh spiralled out of control in to my mind’s eye and lit up my soul
Entire parallel universes in their corresponding dimensions unwrapped in warp time & light speeds
You were setting me up for the inevitable fall
The fall that would come eventually and in the next moment I fell
Head over heels in love you could tell- so much it hurts
An epiphany - you are not the only woman for me in this world followed by this catharsis
But you are the only one for me in the entire multiverse;
But all these revelations took place in a parallel dimension on a mirror earth on a counter  ecosphere
Because in this cosmos I never heard your laugh
Never saw shooting stars, create craters on Mars
Just as you left your impression on my heart;
But sadly in this time line you never caught my eye
Hence in this realm all these moments just passively passed me by

#multiverse #timetravel #parralleldimensions #secondchances #regret

People (we are all son of bitches)

Harsha Aug 2018

People (we are all son of *******)

Atomic energy is a good thing contemplated the good scientist
But only for us good people to forget
Lincoln's, Hemingway's and Madame Curie's silent voices echoes from the sidewalk
Where people idly passes by; lost in tall low fat Frappuccino’s
Looking and hoping then ultimately wishing for a visit from Benjamin Franklin
Unwittingly employed by all the dead presidents
These days’ people know the price of everything
But the value of nothing
Makes me gallivant; my own memory warehouse
As I pose this question towards my own psyche;
What is the worst thing I have ever done?
In the name of personal achievement career elevation and prosperity
All everyone ever wants to be is successful rich and richer
Oppenheimer colleague put our modern society in to perfect perspective
Post detonation of the Trinity project - after the first nuclear test
When he gracefully quoted
"Now we are all son of *******"

post-detonation quote of Kenneth Bainbridge, the director of the Trinity project: “Now we are all sons of *******.” It is often put in contrast with J. Robert Oppenheimer’s more grandiose, more cryptic, “Now I am become death, destroyer of worlds.”

#currentculture #people #society #lossofhumanity

Suicidal tendencies

Harsha Jun 2018

Suicidal tendencies

When I was younger I use to ponder
How I would one day prefer to flat line and expire
The most attracted option my forgone war bound mind could muster;
Was in the event of a global nuclear holocaust
It brought me some well-deserved comfort due to the fact that
As the residual fall out would inevitably eviscerate me
It shall also decimate everything I hate;
Second viable option was a similar scene straight out of Micheal Bay s Armageddon
Caught in the aftermath of a world killer; a horrific meteor shower
As it would undoubtedly bring about my decease and lay waste to this insufferable biosphere;
Thirdly my personal favourite choice to realize my own demise
Was through a carefully administered ****** overdose I surmise;
Induced in a state of perpetual ecstasy locked in a coma Comfortably numb,
making love then becoming one with oblivion
I think I prefer this choice in contrast to the first two selections
Mainly to avoid all that collateral damage that would directly result in the deaths of a few billion;
But mostly because been lucid awake and sober is an absolute nightmare
Been rooted to a state of utter obliviousness and intoxication are a welcoming pair
And I have reached the point of no return where I no longer care.

#intoxication #oblivion #narcotics #armageddon #extinction #corruptedworld

The 3 wise men

Harsha 5d

The 3 wise men

In 1972, on one very sketchy night, three wise men met in an Oval Room
One lit a cigar and told the others about how close they came to seeing clouds made of atomic mushrooms.
Then continued, “Item number 1—What if we could have systems where the populace voluntarily enlists all their day-to-day lives details with pictures along with any and all important segments
By monitoring such platforms, we, the government, can have a flashlight up each and every one of their rectums.
They laughed hysterically as they fantasized about this *******.
While we the people were in deep slumber, snuggling our children, dreaming of trinkets to redeem
The other joined in: “Item number 2—what if we can create a false independent source or media
That we can use to influence and force-feed these lambs with our False Flags and agendas.
They all had metaphorical ******* combined with real-life erections.
As they reflected on these “maybe one day observations and perceptions,
The third one poured some whisky and bourbon, then casually went on with this sermon.
“Number 3—what if we could give them all devices they pay for themselves that could transmit their locations?
So we can constantly monitor all their movements and at all times track their motions.
The three wise men plotting and scheming finally departed this Oval Room.
Patting each other on their backs, dreaming and concocting of things to be coming soon
52 years later, this beautiful girl asked me if I was on Facebook or YouTube.
“No, but I am sure I might be in the history books.” I was referring to the 2nd Gulf and other aged news.
But her eyes went all empty, hinting she had no idea what I was referring to.
Hence I came home alone, glad that I was not dating these twenty-one-year-olds.

Richard Nixon, Spiro Agnew, Richard Helms

The constant traveller

Harsha Jun 2018

The constant traveller

When I was in hostile environment training in Manchester
I picked up this butterfly pendent for you but never presented it
Because of your ludicrous inkling, that true friends should never exchange gifts;
When I first met you working at that coffee shop back home
I was trying to woo you by writing poetry but I failed and read them on my own;
When I was 20 occupied in Dubai I was rationalizing what adventures you might have ventured in to
While observing the city ***** ****** monoliths of sand cement and glass;
When I was stuck in an airport in Pakistan, I saw a humming bird and a blue plastic bag
Arbitrarily floating in the air, then thought of your indigo hair band
Which you use to wear, hopelessly on your left arm
When I was watching the Formula 1 back in Bahrain I watched the race cars firm pass
And wondered how our time together also expired just as fast;
When I was 23 - enduring in the war tore city of Baghdad
I meant to write but there was nothing stimulating
In that hell hole to write for your innocent soul to have ever grasped
Hence I held my silence steadfast
I spared you the misery when I failed to communicate the wounds I received in Ballad (a US Air force base in Iraq);
Then when I was in the ***** fields in the Kanoon province of Afghanistan
I discovered that ****** is almost as intoxicating & addictive as you
When I was in a discotheque in New Castle, I saw a girl with a butterfly tattoo
Reminded me of how you spread your wings and flew away with someone more attuned to you
When I was in a seafood restaurant in Singapore, I ordered a Unagi sushi (I did not even eat it)
Only to induce the aroma of your favourite dish as it evoked the sweet memory of you
When I was in a 15 hour layover in Male sinking my feet in the sea sand
I simply wished that you were there with me holding my hand
When I was once stuck in the metro in London I allegedly meant to send a postcard
But got distracted by the fact that you were engaged to another hence it was excruciatingly hard
After a Coldplay concert ended in Liverpool I saw this little Irish lass
And thought how beautiful your children might take after your beautiful stance
When I was visiting a castle in Edinburgh oh! How I wished I have secured a castle for you
And how I should have said those 3 words more often than I ever moved around without you

#regret #heartbreak #travel #adventure #sacrifice #warzone

The Pacific

Harsha Jun 2018

The Pacific

I lack complete memories there exists but fragments
From incidents that took place sometime ago
Like ricochets left behind in the wake of a fired bullet
They contain no context nothing tangible to recall
But abstract retentions from the distant past such as my father’s voice
Or my mother’s smile intertwined with my brother s laugh
My company psychiatrist diagnosis is PTSD
I whole heartedly object and resentfully disagree
It was like this before the second Gulf even before Kandahar
Ever before the war broke my bleeding heart
The immortal last words of Andy to his best friend Red
Pretty much sums up my infatuation on lost time and absent reminiscences which I won’t evoke
As I choose not to because I rather not; hence I quote
‘’You know what the Mexicans says about the Pacific
They say it has no memory
That’s where I want to live the rest of my life
A warm place with no memory’’

#ptsd #iraq #war #afghanistan

The worst ballad ever written

Harsha Sep 2018

The worst ballad ever written

I confessed my adoration declaring my undying affection along with my true intentions
You declined most gracefully (clear and concise)
Narrating you do not share the same sentiments, (it was a forgone conclusion)
Letting me down eventually yet elevating my spirits every time you smile;
If you reciprocated even a decimal point of devotion or a fraction of affinity I hold for you
Metaphorically speaking it would acquire the vast space that now occupy all the stars in the known cosmos
For my affection towards you ran across time through galaxies extending throughout the infinite interstellar, finally resonating to the heavens unsettling angels and almighty god

In space time is redundant; direction hold no relevance and gravity is absent
Similar to the romantic intentions you have for me – literally none existent
You will always occupy that pedestal you once accused me I have erroneously placed you on
I will always hold the candle for you, step off a bridge if you asked me to

I would rather deserve medals and not have them; than to have medals and not deserve them
Very much like you – case and point
Maybe you are like the sunset I only have the privilege of admiring its magnificence from a far
But never to retain it for myself I have to let go once the dusk disappear giving way to the stars

But I like to still envision; let my imagination run rampant; then contemplate in accordance to the   “Many Worlds Theory” that somewhere in the unknown multiverse, vibrating in a different frequency, we co-exist ecstatically ; now living & sharing an apartment in New York city; enjoying Chinese takeaway drinking cheap wine while listening to all your favourite songs from the nineties.  (Specially the Goo Goo Dolls, The Verve and Matchbox Twenty)

Seriously doubting my creativity questioning my writing skills due to the outcome and final print of this ballad i fear it got too personal, hence look forward to some constructive criticism from my usual suspects: 0

#manyworldstheory #multiverse #thenineties #weallhavethatonegirl

Thursday

Harsha Jul 2018

Thursday

Roiling around in bed you counter my affection
With a question
When you asked me why I love you so much
Hence I responded as such;
Because you have silky soft raven black hair
And smooth milky soft skin
Not to mention those big brown eyes with a hint of hazel in them;
Cause your tongue taste like cotton candy
And your ruby lips like bubble gum
Plus your rosy cheeks find perfection
When those dimples arrive at the corners of your smile
I love you so much because you are still naive as a child
And my god you smell like a rose garden in the morning
Like lavender in the evening then as tulips at night;
And I almost die at least 3 times a day
Because every time you get out of the shower
It always almost takes my **** breath away
All this and it has only just been Thursday.

#haveyouevertrulylovedawoman #sheistheone

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