Between the right and wrong

Between the right and wrong

A Poem by hardeep sabharwal

It is not that,
I am here with my own wish,
You can fantasize,
More innovatory,
Try to sniff it,
And elaborate that,
It is not one dimensional,
My eyes are pasted on my heart,
Two eyes, two heart,
A heart within the heart,
And my thoughts are,
No man's land.

© 2014 hardeep sabharwal


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I have read this one several times... thinking.. look at title, and read again.. the more I read the more I see and the more it makes me think.. what is the right?.. what is wrong?.. why no man's land?.. are you taunting the reader?.. or are you saddened by the status?.. sniffing out the inventory and inspecting the goods seems very cold and calculated and would surely keep those eyes open and protective... very thought-provoking.. As always such a joy to read your works..

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Thankyou so much :)



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Mystic. Yes. No one can reach to your thoughts and that you come here to pay regards for someone's wish...



Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thanks a lot sir :)
M.A.Rathore

10 Years Ago

Welcome always..
"My eyes are past on my heart" Great line.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thankyou Baby ricochet
an exceptional poem, more great writing from you Hardeep :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thanks a lot Richard, glad you liked it
'Two eyes, two heart'
I am not sure why, but I love this line if your poem!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thankyou Emily
There seems to be a contradiction in terms between your words yet how much of an even is when you stop your heart and mind and open your self the the other. Where have you gone? While you take the other person in? Is it no man's land or are you simply imbued by the presence of the other hum being.

Whichever way you want to look at it. This writing comes as an invitation to open up.

Thankyou

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thankyou so much Rene
Its being lost but still knowing where do you belong. It makes you think any relationship in multiple dimensions. Looking for identity. Its true that we can not connect with others unless we are connected to our true self.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thankyou my dear friend
nicely penned. i liked reading it. i find your poems are not like read and get-over, it has long-lasting effects.
thanks for sharing. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thankyou Ayesha, much appreciated :)
Very interesting! I liked the ending, though, well, a very deep and insightful ending! Thank you for sharing this :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thankyou so much :)
Truth, understanding and compassion are all born in the middle from where we can see all sides.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thankyou for a nice review :)
MomzillaNC

10 Years Ago

You're welcome.
The truth lies somewhere in between... Good job.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thanks a lot Ana.

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patiala , punjab , India



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Hardeep Sabharwal describes himself as person of few words. He is one of millions of middle class Indians who do not have any ideology; they only want to live a peaceful life. The thing that hurts him.. more..

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