BY MAHIMA SHARMA What do you seek from Life? What do you seek from the Divine? Health, wealth or peace from Sunshine? Or the ultimate blessings of the mighty Divine? What do you seek everyday from Life… Have you ever discussed it with family or Wife? The needs, the wants…or any urge that haunts? The greed, the grants…or the societal pressure that commands? What do … Continue reading What You Seek, O Human?
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Playing under the Sun, I tread through a million Sand, Laughing the life away…in tow of my most important person, I leave footprints on the sand by the beach. Footprints of Time, Footprints of Life, With every drop of Water, Holding each grain of Sand, Clutching my footprints to it, Engraving my emotions, my memories in it. Footprints of Life… … Continue reading Hourglass & Sands of Time
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
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 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 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. Â 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?
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Ladies, Stop Being Sorry.. For these Simple Things! Ladies, Stop Being Sorry… For breaking away few Strings! I am here penning a note to myself, Which may come handy to even yourself, One bright day I asked myself… “Are you sorry for who you are?” Post introspection I told myself… “You are just being Sorry for simply being who you are!” … Continue reading Ladies, Stop Being Sorry!
BY MAHIMA SHARMA May be you pass me off as… “There she is the Nothing Girl” At times you shriek out to say… “Oh, stay away from that Nothing Girl” May be I am the Nothing Girl, Since I don’t groove to the Jazz you twirl, May be your Stilettos don’t care about my Flip-flops May be I am the nothing girl, Since I’m … Continue reading I, the Nothing Girl
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Because you don’t want it, thus I have to get educated Because you don’t consider me an equal, thus I have to get educated Because my dreams need wings, thus I have to get educated Because I am girl, so I have to get educated. I don’t need to wander, so I have to learn I wish to be independent, so … Continue reading Woman’s Will, Wings & Quill
