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
