harshu05

I might not be perfect, but that's how I'm comfortable with myself

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  • harshu05 9w

    The sun rays are shining down on the streets of Rotterdam, to be precise piercing through the debris, to strike the blood doused ground. Not more than 23 minutes ago, the Dutch troops had everything under control and were defending their port from the German forces. Buildings were reduced to ashes and the bombings had set the sky ablaze. Human remains were left scattered, thousands were dead in a war they weren't fighting. Amidst the commotion, a lad of 19 years, with cobalt teal colors on his chest was crashed against a collapsed bookstore.The badges on his uniform were slightly visible as the blood gushing out of his arm was drenching him, he could breathe for only a few more minutes. Those around him were all dead, he knew the air in his lungs wouldn't be enough to take him miles in search for help. He was bound to breathe his last, and what broke him more was that he had orders to be delivered to the navy regiments to hold their fire till further directives. The river of Meuse was now in red, he recalled his captain's unwavering words,

    "Till you catch a glimpse of your nation's flag high up in
    the blue yonder, don't let your guard down."

    those words made him want to fight till the last beat. He had no enemy around, no army to fight, no strength to pick himself up, yet he wanted to fight. He was helpless, clutching on to a piece of crippled paper, with most certainty held his last command. No longer could he hear the air raids, or the emergency sirens. He wanted to ask forgiveness, he wanted to apologise to his mum for not being able to return home to take her out to the annual fair, in the nearby town after the war. As a young child, running in his grandpa's barley fields, searching for the perfect apples to take home for the supper's apple pie and listening to the old tales of Lange Wapper were what made him wonder if he could too cross towns in a leap. He wanted to become a baker and start an outlet to make his mum's stroopwafel recipe famous.

    Appointing time:14:30, 8th May 1939, Amsterdam

    were boldly written in the letter, he received just a month after his 18th birthday. He was called to defend his country in the world war 2. He was given a Dutch mannilicher, a service riffle to take down anyone who went against the colors he wore. Horror struck he was, the day he killed a man who tried to save his nation. Though Netherlands was neutral in the war, it didn't stop the Germans from invading, the war became intense and even barracks were attacked. Thousands of civilians dead for the aspirations of a few, who were oceans away from the mayhem.

    *the last bomb was dropped to destroy
    the Dutch naval base*

    The loud thudding of the ground made him shudder and he let out a faint cry. He could feel his body getting stiff and numb, he coughed to let the oozing blood out of his throat. He leaned his head back, his eyesight was fading and a tear rolled down his cheek. His eye caught from afar a group of soldiers running towards the ruins, the heart of the city was in. Slowly a few started running in his way. He clutched the paper tightly in his fist, though it was of no avail, he knew he would discharge the duty he was given. He slowly closed his eyes. A week later, his mum got a letter about her dead son, Ruben who died on 14th May 1940, in an air raid by the Germans on Rotterdam.

    A memorial for those who lost their lives in Rotterdam bombings is found even today in Netherlands. Millions of teens who lost their lives in both the world wars might have had dreams of their own.


    #ruins #ww2 #soilder @paulwrites @alluring_tulip @tomorrow_is_amazing @laughing_soul
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    His eye caught from afar
    a group of soldiers running
    towards the ruins, the heart
    of the city was in.
    ©harshu05

  • harshu05 11w

    Human yesterday, human today.
    The question is, are you better?
    ©harshu05

  • harshu05 14w

    Did I change? Is this another juncture?
    There's this strange calmness,
    taking over my dubious head.
    I don't know the answer to why.

    My thoughts are flowing
    in a rhythm, much smoother.
    The voices have retreated,
    to where I wonder, do I really care?

    I don't miss the origins of my trauma,
    I'm not looking for another ache.
    There's a concealed void in me,
    commencing to be gently sealed.

    I ripped the pages, again,
    precisely millions of times.
    I scooted back to pick them up,
    invariably, I grew fonder with time.

    Finally, I've the nerve in me,
    to burn the besotted book.
    Flames kiss every adored verse,
    the fine lines no longer hold my joy.

    The chaos balances my tranquil mind,
    agony has found its daunting grave.
    As the sun goes down, I don't find
    myself walking back to the ashes of my past.
    ©harshu05

    #change #flames #book #ashes #writersnetwork #origin #ceesreposts @paulwrites @alluring_tulip

    Thanks a lot @alto_spade

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    Flames kiss every adored verse,
    the fine lines no longer hold my joy.
    As the sun goes down, I don't find
    myself walking back to the ashes of my past.
    ©harshu05

  • harshu05 15w

    You can build walls
    and barriers to
    block people.
    Growing stronger
    by the day with no remorse.
    Convincing your insecurities
    that they have finally
    lacked competence.
    Overlooking emotional
    ordeal, chiseling through
    reminiscences.
    A knock of quondam
    winsome moments can
    rupture years of pretence.
    ©harshu05


    #writersnetwork #mirakee @writersnetwork #knock @geraldine_mary @paulwrites @alluring_tulip

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    A knock of quondam
    winsome moments can
    rupture years of pretence.
    ©harshu05

  • harshu05 19w

    Confined to a hospital bed with broken bones,
    ghastly bruises on my head and blood on a drip.
    A lady, maybe in her 20's slowly walked up to me,
    she had a scrutinizing look and was deep in work.
    I wanted to ask her about how I got here and more,
    but I had no strength in me to utter a word.
    Flashes of the night before strike me hard,
    it was date night with my love, we had plans.
    The crimson red sky gave way to the starry night,
    and the gentle breeze was playing with her locks.
    We were on our way to the venue, and I was tensed,
    held it back for long, I had to go down on my knee.
    Stomped the accelerator to coincide it with my heartbeat,
    She was free, free from everything that held her back.
    I lost control of the wheel and there was a loud thud,
    my world spun around and embraced silence.
    I was lost, lost and drenched in my own blood,
    in a wreaked car, she was no longer by my side.
    Tense voices bring me back to the reality,
    I slowly start to pass out into deep slumber.
    Days later, my eyes reluctantly open up to the truth,
    heard them say "she might have lived, if she was inside."
    My mind starts to question me, was it my fault?
    she would have lived though, wouldn't she?
    If only, had I said the four words I needed to,
    "Put on your seatbelt", no.. it's all on me!
    Pang of guilt engulfed me, I was surrounded,
    by my demons mocking my lifeless existence.
    In pain, I cried, cursed and wished but all in vain,
    trapped in my own body, I had no reason to try.
    Months passed by, I felt suffocated and clustered,
    death is the only beautiful thing left that I desire.
    I want it bad, I want it fast but life isn't done with me,
    It imprisoned me in my own unavailing form.
    I'm nothing more than a breathing corpse,
    waiting for life to leave me from it's clutches.


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    Always have your seatbelt on. Drive safe for your sake and for those around you. Loss is painful but guilt is devastating.

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    #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #safety #death #hospital #drivesafe #seatbelt #nbsanta #heartbeat #accident #loss #confine #guilt #pain #shaliya #allen #mirakeenetwork #life @writersnetwork @mirakee @when_eyes_narrate @alluring_tulip @paulwrites

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    My mind starts to question me, was it my fault?
    she would have lived though, wouldn't she?
    If only, had I said the four words I needed to,
    "Put on your seatbelt", no.. it's all on me!

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    ©harshu05

  • harshu05 20w

    The longer you hold
    on to something, the
    more painful it gets
    to live without it.
    ©harshu05

  • harshu05 20w

    There comes a time, in everyone's life, where you just stop for a moment, to realise how one person could affect your whole life.
    ©harshu05

  • harshu05 21w

    In a corner of a dark room,
    there is a soul bruised and
    beaten up by the man who
    vowed to cherish her for life.
    Body trembling with fear and
    breath uneven, she makes
    the choice to end her life.
    ©harshu05

  • harshu05 32w

    False promises always tend to bring me down but those whispers can no longer linger my heart as I choose to be ignored than be your last resort.
    ©harshu05

  • harshu05 32w

    Every time my screams go unheard,
    my mind starts to accept the truth
    but my heart still clings on to the
    hopeless lies of our past.
    ©harshu05