Biography of harsh sagi
well folks im sriharsh a very recently turned poet... mayb it was der.. i didnt see it.. bt nw dat i hav i hope to catch up....wt to say of myslf... ull know wn u read my poems.
harsh sagi Poems
A rose for a rose, which brightens my spirit; A few heartfelt words, to see a smile upon thy lips.
Rain God 1
As I lay peacfully, on my porch looking, at the dark, gloomy sky, Cryinfg which is, its heart out.
The world around, has closed on me, Confining me, within life and death. The days of my freedom, have passed away, leaving me naught but;
Believe we doth in, He who dost treachery; Traitor w calleth him, who knows naught, but loyalty!
Apostles Of Love
The flowers that I send, may not reach you in bloom; but the scent of their blossom, the air shall surely give you.
I'm no hermit, no monk, nor even a saint, I'm just a soul, searching for a place; in heaven or hell,
Rain God 2
Thou art still, our Hero, Oh god of Rain, Bur what has invoked thy anger,
I know, but a drop and there's, an ocean to consume; I am, but at the foothill and there's, a mountain to ascend;
The wings abate, of my soul Stretch free, I want to; The reins tight, bind which my verve Break all, I want to;
' Ode To Love'
The moment I saw thee, I felt the heavens were revealed to me; The beauty blissful of thee, I thought was made just for me.
'To My Love'
Thou art a beautiful hymn, Sung by almighty him; make with his sincere care, hast he thee, my lady fair.
The Abyss - Part Ii
Deep down where, it started all; A place of which, none could imagine; Hold the seed, out of which would rise, the evergreen tree - called Life.
The Look Of Thee
The look of thee, gives such pleasure to me; as the fresh showers doth, a peacock glee.
'Know I Thee'
Thy face lovely - Oh my love, Blush, I can see in the moon; As I draw you closer to me, And hold, thy hands in mine.
The Abyss Part I
Deep down where, no being dwells;
A place of which, none even imagine;
Where vanquished, is the light even,
and just the dark, ever prevails.
Here life is but, a silent entity;
Blind witness, to the mighty death,
plays which its, merry tunes!
dance to which, all, that infringe.