Untamed & Free, That’s Me

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

My Quill’s Moonlight Love

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

Catharsis

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

Tribute To The Time Traveller

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

Too Modern To Handle?

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?