HARJEET SINGH - POEMS

 Harjeet Singh is an Indian English poet and short story writer. He has earned a Master's degree in English from his district college Hoshiarpur (Punjab). His father, Principal "Joginder Singh," was a keen lover of the English language and his guidelines have made Harjeet able to grasp some of the fundamentals of this language. His work has appeared in Indian Ruminations, Conceit magazine, Stray Branch, Children Churches & Daddies,  Literary Yard, "Across the Wall" chapbook, Scarlet Leaf Review, Indian Perodical,The Enchanted File Cabinet 2018 Conceit Magazine. He is a denizen of district Hoshiarpur (Punjab).He can be approached while searching in Google "Harjeet Singh poet or poems".

​"Humanities teamed up"

When I was in semester
She bought the farm leaving me
Wontedly I found harbor
But never got single soul.
He also walked in the lead
My cup, what is in the books
But humanities teamed up.


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It is previously published piece in cc&d magazine. 
Humanities---writings, Cup—fate, kismet
Mother died, father died but humanities associated
Writings included me in the team of writers.

​“Imaginative Wings"

Saints are owner of Third Eye
But we people have imaginative wings
burdened with excogitation.
Creative mind belched some fragments of literary findings
But now I am mystified,
What did it begin to exhale?
At times, it snoops into other affairs
Perhaps because I have been a ghost
of creative work.
Whenever I passed by some readymade costumes market
I always felt prompted because of 
some favored graphs and lines on habiliments
And purchased them with sudden choice 
and impromptu pocket(funds)
But now what happens to me,
Whenever I close my eyes to augur
pant-shirt combination:
Clothes,curves on them and matching
sought by my own imaginative wings,
like a dress designer,
dangle before my closed eyes.
And I run to find out,
But still they are not available.

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We people—men of letters or myself among creative writers
Creative mind became innovative like dress designer.

​"Former vs latter"

Whom would you consider bad?
With what bias would you blame?
When someone scathes heart and soul.
Felon is decried, branded
But sufferer loses his
grievances against offender
When the worst mortal aggrieves.



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It is also previously published piece in cc&d magazine. 
felon--wrongdoer
Scathe—injure
Branded—stigmatized.

The goodness of bad person is judged when we come in contact with the worst one.
Someone stole my purse and threw it  away.I lost money but important documents were in purse.
After few months in bus someone stole my friend's purse with documents.He was under great loss except money.Now I was thinking about thief who had stolen my purse and threw  it away.I thought  in comparison former was not so bad.
One day I was standing  on the bank of road,a car splashed few drops of rain water on my new clothes.i was angry as I was going somewhere else.when I approached destination, A painter from roof shook his brush and few drops on my clothes again.Now I forgot previous issue of car driver as they could be erased but painter shook his brush carelessly as they were not easily erased.Now I was angry with him.

​"Visits have been purposeless"

Back in the day, when I was a member of
halls of knowledge,
To wear attention getting attires was my penchant.
Whenever I opened torn statue (almirah)
Hidden showcased costumes pleased my heart.
Now past habits echo,
Still heart is heavy for past wonts
But routes are aimless.
Those who were enamoured of
my way of attiring, 
like me they too have left places.
Though places are full- fraught with freshmen
But now my visits have been purposeless.



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Halls of knowledge—college
Now my visits are purposeless because my no peer is present in college.

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