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