Homeless turned Hopeless


Her Hands still feeds me!

Train now a days have become a disguise of mum’s lovable hands, which would always feed me dal n rice, are somewhere now elongated to feed me with those parcels traveling in a train!

_Harshleen Israni

Something untold!

Neither are the lyrics nor is the song itself
Neither is the tune nor are its intonations
Neither is the singer nor is the someone I’m missing
It’s the familiar aura that a song creates
It’s the place that a song reminds me of
And are the people who were with me at that place
Who would hum with me the same song
Makes me cry and also makes it a fav song!
_Harshleen Israni

Let’s talk..

So this is basically a post of having interaction.

Couple of months before,I used to have a lot of interaction with my fellow bloggers,through which we sometimes exchanged information regarding our culture, which was really interesting.But gradually everything got faded and so I again wish to have blogger’s interaction.

So if you wanna share something,drop your words below!

In the Pursuit of Sadness

Who said I live in the darkness
There always arrive a light, at night
When the world rest in peace,I rest with this “Light of Happiness”
Which shows the world around me
Which shows the shadow of family and friends
Which convince me that I am not alone in this world
Which reflects the easiness of life and a reason to live it
Which makes me feel again like a Child
Yes “like a Child”!
When you are asked
” Have you eaten something?”
But only when I am in the Light of Happiness
That arrives at night,every single day,
“But just for a while”
Cause this Light of Happiness is nothing but just a “Dream”
It arrive like a guest
Gives me happiness and fades away
And then when I wake up
I realize that it was actually
“In the Pursuit of Sadness” not “Light of Happiness”!

Harshleen Israni

Inside Feelings

Gone r the days, when there exist Angels

Gone r the days when Angels would accompany me step by step

These r the days where Demons are more powerful

These are the days where I fight my own battle with Demons

Often Demons become so powerful

That I think of surrendering myself

But no, I respect the Angels
I respect how I were brought and grown up by those Angels

And wanna show the Demons
That no matter how much powerful they are, but teachings of Angels is surely gonna be the reason of their demise.

_Harshleen Israni