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

Goodbye Moaners

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

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?

The Mirror is Watching

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