The Lost Memoirs

  • Stuck

    As I sit to write this down, it’s already late Sunday evening, and the Monday corporate alarms have already started going off in the back of my head. It’s funny, even though this is not how I imagined my life to be, it has become that. And I don’t hate… Listen ⇢

  • If only

    I wonder, if our pillows could talk. Would they tell each other the things they feel about us? I bet mine would be jealous of your lap, seeing how much time i spend there. Or yours, of my chest. What do you think, the wrinkled sheets would say? Will they… Listen ⇢

  • Lanterns of Hope

    Lanterns of hope, Is what I ignite, When darkness approaches, With all its might.   In the darkness of night, When fear is at peak, The roads get narrow, The chances go bleak.   When the waters are unknown, The air, Smokey. The path we cannot see, Is feared to… Listen ⇢

    Lanterns of Hope

  • The Song of my Darling River

    For years I’ve flown, covering the same track, sliding over rocks and stones, filling those various cracks.   I’ve seen men come, and I’ve seen men go, One thing’s always consistent, is their curiosity about my flow.   They talk as if I can’t listen, and ask me this question,… Listen ⇢

  • Ballad of Stars 

    For millions of years, We shine and we live, Even in our darkest nights,  It’s our brightness, what we give.   But for who, we wonder, This brightness matters?  Is it for those, who are together, Or for those, whose hearts wander.   Maybe we remind you of someone, That’s… Listen ⇢

  • The Game of Life.

    I don’t know, the path I take whatever I get, the best I make, Life sometimes, gets pretty hard You always got to be on guard.   The night is darkest, just before the dawn In this game of chess, my dear, You, are just a pawn But don’t you worry child… Listen ⇢

  • The Road Taken.

    We walk on a path, it’s bitter it’s sweet, We take in its fragrance, But all we do is reek. We reek of ego, we reek of deceit, we want to raise voice, But are too tired to speak. We walk on this path, the path that’s cold, In hopes… Listen ⇢

  • The Uncertainties of Everything

    The Uncertainties of Everything July 22nd  2015 would have been the first time I would have slept alone. Or 23rd morning would have been the first time I would have woken up alone. The first time I would have woken up and not seen a familiar face. It’s strange. One… Listen ⇢

  • There’s always a first time!

    This has been in my mind for quite a long time now. To start blogging. But be it my procrastination, or my lack of motivation ,it’s just not been happening. But i’m here,and i plan to stay here. Hello, fellow reader! I’m Harshit Bhatnagar. I live in India. I’m a… Listen ⇢

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