BY MAHIMA SHARMA The Sun is bidding adieu, Gliding and hiding in the clouds of dew, Paving way for a crimson evening, Whispering a message for the Moon… “I pave the way for you my Friend, Go Rise & Shine O Moon! However dark may be the night, Go spread your light, Go shine bright!” The Moon wakes up with a yawn, Spreading Moon-dust … Continue reading Rise and Shine
BY MAHIMA SHARMA The Eagle soared… Then perched to rest, Atop that impossible cliff! The cliff beyond my reach…is Eagle’s Seat of Power, And Sun rays bathing it, like a Blessing Shower! The Pelican is at watch… Patiently for its catch, Deeply focussed, undeterred and determined to fetch. The Pelican watches from it’s Seat of Conviction, While nature drenches it in unabated Rain! … Continue reading Untamed & Free, That’s Me
Students at the University of Manchester painted over a mural of a poem by Rudyard Kipling, arguing that the writer “dehumanised people of colour”. The poem If, which was written around 1895, had been painted on the wall of the university’s newly refurbished students’ union. But students painted over the verses, replacing them with the 1978 poem Still I Rise by the US poet and civil … Continue reading If
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Metaphors of the Moon…. And the countdown to a twinkling Night, The Night knows nothing, while the Quill scribbles love notes, Verses soaked in the Moonlight or the Stardust? The Sky inks the beauty…with Moonlight Love! As the Wind sings familiar melodies from its ancient book, The trees sway with joy to the green rhythm of life, The full Moon … Continue reading My Quill’s Moonlight Love
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Longing for their Love, rips my heart apart… Smiling through pain…trying to perfect this Art! As the clouds swift past the Moon, the longing creeps in…. As the wind caresses my hair like Mum, My heart sings the lullaby to the Moon…the one my Granny used to hum, The two brightest stars, they say, are my Granny-GrandPa, Grown up I am, but … Continue reading Catharsis
BY TIM YETTINGTON You whine as if whining’s in some way entertaining Making yourself feel important via useless complaining You embarrass your countrymen and side with the foe Your tweets are shameful while your trolling sinks low Amidst the remoaners, opportunists sell their soul Second-rate academics propound and cajole Discredited politicians add to their lies Welcoming lows and dismissing highs Brexit will be … Continue reading Goodbye Moaners
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Fascinated by Universe when I was small, Reading just books wouldn’t satisfy me at all, During my youth, I laid my hands upon a brief history of time, Penned by Stephen Hawking, it en-captivated me in its prime. Big Bang was my favourite till Hawking himself replaced it, I was mesmerised by his determination and iconic grit, Through his books I traveled … Continue reading Tribute To The Time Traveller
BY MAHIMA SHARMA I am often tagged as ‘too modern to handle’ Because respect and dignity comes above the love handle! I am often tagged as ‘too modern to handle’ Because ‘self-belief’ is my only candle! Free opinion and an in-your-face person, Perhaps means ‘good relations’ will always worsen! But my head, was never designed to nod, It has a brain…a mind perhaps too … Continue reading Too Modern To Handle?
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Oh, I wish to gaze beyond the Moon Only if I could gauge that far, Oh, I wish to gaze beyond the Stars, Only if I could gauge that far, Perhaps a better world the, I will discover, Beyond the stardust… and fantasy of lovers. A world that lives in harmony, A world that sings life’s symphony, Not that every mind would … Continue reading Door to a Perfect World
BY MAHIMA SHARMA He would pray with open palms, And she would join her hands to Thee! He would mount the skullcap with elan, Her scarf would cover the wind-hit hair, The Azaan and temple bells would ring aloud, Same way as they used to giggle together, in peace. And at the end of it all, They would watch the people, Stare at … Continue reading Their Love Beyond Religion
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Oh, I wish to be that evergreen flower, That yellow blossom with its Sunshine shower! That golden hue I see outside my window, May that always shine bright in my Life. I wish to blossom like a flower, And embrace Life in its full bloom, Not wither at the sight of a storm, Not shrivel back at any gloom. May … Continue reading Blossom Like A Flower
BY MAHIMA SHARMA As I go to work…. I can see the Blind World around me, As I travel back home…. The same Blind World exists around me, Judging everyone around them… With brains shut and closed eyes. All this world talks is “I and ME” All this world walks on, is broken dreams, Little do they care of the deprived’s screams, Perhaps … Continue reading Hear, O Blind World!
BY MAHIMA SHARMA The mirror hangs stoic on my wall, With unbiased eyes…silently absorbing all, Never storing anything… Even from the present moment, Never storing images… Even from the recent-most past. My mirror, my reflection… Only shows me my present. Revealing a brutal, honest truth… That I am holding onto my past. But to be able to fly, Mirror tells me to turn around, … Continue reading The Mirror is Watching
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Why in my name? No, not in my name. You do the killings, The blood is in your name. But the stain…the red stain is there on all of us, And the stain is getting deeper on you & I. May be you are one of those who walk away when people get lynched, May be you were blind to … Continue reading Not In My Name
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Can I be ever that Bird… Rising up early, to welcome the dawning Sun? Will I ever be that Bird… Cheering up the Rising Glow at the Horizon? Can I be that early morning song, And make my mornings sing along… Without the religion-based gong? Those timeless songs of morning… That echo in my heart, Can these ever be chirped by me… … Continue reading Life’s Oriental White Eye
BY RUCHIRA GHOSH In a little town by the seaside, Many moons ago, I met a sailor; Who had traversed the globe, Many times over; the roaring oceans, The massive continents, were, Trivial to him, as toys to a child. He spoke of his numerous voyages, I caught a glimmer in his eyes; Tremor in his voice as he ruminated. Fate had thrown us together, … Continue reading A Page from Life’s Book
BY RUCHIRA GHOSH O beautiful, enigmatic ocean, What secrets lie hidden in your bosom? O mighty ocean you fill human hearts, With a sense of awe and fear. Your latent energy & passion, Come to the fore as towering waves. Frothy, rippling waters hurtling down, On the sandy shore, is music to the ears. The roar of waves, has a certain rhythm. Since the … Continue reading Ocean
BY RUCHIRA GHOSH The looks were divine. He towered tall among other men. The magnificent physique granite like, The fair glowing skin white as alabaster; His eyes like two limpid pools, holding secrets, Within their unfathomable depths. The majestic head, encircled by raven locks, Some falling limply on the massive forehead. The aquiline nose, sharp as a dagger, The firm chiseled lips, dark sensuous; … Continue reading Unrequited Love
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Mum what are you doing? Painting the pot darling. Mum what are you doing? Painting your future darling! Mum what is ‘Future’? Listen O my son, I explain it today… Your future is something bright, Similar to these colours in my brush, Something as steady as my strokes, Despite the worries that make my brain rush. Your future is something that … Continue reading Mum, You’re My Santa
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Oh Mom…why is the school shut? I want to go and meet my friends. Oh Mom…why is the school shut? We had a fancy dress today. Darling daughter, understand the situation, Your school is closed down owing to heavy pollution! But Mom, I don’t want a ‘Pollution Vacation’ Look X-mas is coming, time for shopping & celebration? No Little … Continue reading Why a Pollution Vacation?
