CARVING MYSELF – Neha Sharma

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I wish to carve myself.

By way of appearing same,

As it is as I am.

I wish to drop a line on stone,

But, I get in touch with scrap.

Everything engraved are just fragments

That deserves to get thrown away.

 

In spite of everything,

I wish to shape figures of my heart.

 

Extremes are off these days,

And the whole lot is normalcy.

It gets its rank in expressions,

But never in cores and epics

However, passions penetrate deep down to the cores.

 

A spirit of extreme passions and incidents,

It yearns for.

With no extremes,

What will I carve?

Everything is just fragment,

That deserves to get thrown away.

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MY STEPS – Neha Sharma

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Should I move forward?

Lots of ways out there to pass through

I am about to take a trip,

But I do not work out to take steps.

Barely do I change,

I stick up for my position in confidence.

Lying down, I let this season pass by.

 

I visualize demanding moves.

I picture out its every distant dream.

Sketching all my imaginations,

I look ahead to step forward.

I speak up to believe myself.

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On the contrary,

I foresee space for another line.

Trouble-free, a simple one

Offering liberty, I take pleasure in travelling.

I do not find myself on this road,

Inventing luxuries, the hard-hitting move designed for me.

 

I route my age positioning myself,

On the same page,

From where I was about to take a trip,

I didn’t work out to take any step.

I let all seasons pass by.

Till time will trace my rhythm to travel by

 

FATE FELL SHORT – Neha Sharma

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I set my heart to be a warrior,

By myself, on my own

I am under my own steam.

I am by all means a lone voice.

My fate fell short,

No one knows what’s there in the stars.

This time, I am in a terrible mess.

I blow up everything to pieces,

Trying to protect from the attack.

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Upright at heart,

I am a little demon.

Coming out to rescue,

I blowout and upset everyone.

I pray for peace,

Turn everything in chaos.

Flashed with madness,

I lose all control,

I end up in tragic days of war.

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To save one’s neck from my blow,

By myself, on my own

To be under my own steam,

To be at peace,

I am by all means a lone voice.

Here my fate fell short,

No one knows what’s there in the stars.

ECHOES OF FOOTSTEPS – Neha Sharma

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Footing myself up,

Somewhere at the bottom of platform

A platform that is my creation

A stage that is my realm

As far as my eyes senses

There’s no one around

But, I can see footprints of people l love

 

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Imprints in this realm whisper voices and tones

Footsteps of people keeps humming around

Tracks playing different sounds

Breathes out songs of love and hatred

Some tones I find lovely, full of excitement

Others are ghosts that haunt me forever

 

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I fear to tune in with voices of pain and betrayal

I don’t know if they are real

I fear the reality it offers me to accept

And still I listen haunting myself up

 

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Footing myself up,

I continue to see impressions of people I love

And continue to create darkness in which I break myself

It’s sad to have a broken self and a broken heart

It’s disgusting what I create for myself

 

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But I can’t stop looking at footmarks I have

I can’t stop listening to songs it sounds

I stopped for once

I lost sense of voices I had in my heart

 

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Broken self and broken heart,

Are better than losing myself in the midst of dark

 

A TACIT APPROVAL – Neha Sharma

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Palpating consideration, the sense of my mind
Going through appears to me as twined
Every clock reminding me directs into it
The direction I am battling
Curled beckoning sound, sliding by to hit
The platform is what I am loosing

Asking myself……………
Should I go in the direction I am seeking?
Should I follow the instincts peeping?
Goes through the same………a tacit approval
Which you yourself are unable to know
Implicit voice you don’t want to follow
Your bests buddy gave a siren to the echo
Living in the complication, you can’t recognize
Either can’t understand eyes full of whys

But you know what?
Going through it we can feel and stand
The irritation running through to chain
Though the tentacles have digged into your head
The continuous spines are within your neck
You won’t feel it, but remain in that state
But I can understand your thriving plate

Shall I leave it the way?
Easing the life……and itching actions of the day
Shall I go away?
Erasing the throbbing bulk as my mind says
I can’t leave the platform that has to face
And you can’t bear the state of the case
Trapped in the veins to solve a riddle
Goes through the way…….a tacit approval

HARD FOUGHT DIRECTION – Neha Sharma

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Well i must say it’s right enough
To risk my fortune on a throw is tough
I stood still, my heart thumping wildly
So as to give away psyche, felt like it’s too heavy
But you gotta make it, you gotta hold on it

Especially when
you were a single soul within two substrate
sure-footed
when you were my soulmate
the fire was burning on the heart within
and i was startled by a cry from in

its too hard….really very hard
to fight back craven direction
to struggle through a spirit graven

you can’t just cast aside your ail
because it just feels like
casting away your heart out of the folktail

by all means, living a war of trouble
either living a lie with voice of an angel

it sucks me when i am declined
from you who means world to my mind
my heart quivers in response
i can’t loose myself in aisle of seance
so, i would rather move on with my pain

to overcame that hard fought direction
that will lead me to living end of coffin
but
i can’t just cast aside my ail
because it just feels like
casting away my heart out of the folktail

UNFORGETTABLE MEMORIES – Neha Sharma

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Burst into tears
Everlasting pain and fears
Welled up within seconds, heart with spears

We stand apart, separated, tense
An assertion of right to silence

Contorted in the forlorn hope
Steps of journey
Spirits of closeness
Unable to speak, divided we fall

Living in the dilemma I can’t ignore
Filled with sorrow…loneliness grown
Proceeds from self made story
I am here to stare vacantly

How about……….?
No probs
Same old, same old

I shall travel repeated grounds
Set the scene, wounded
Though safe and sound

Well…here comes
Time to love you and leave you

Oh…part and parcel of my life
I won’t ever let you go

Good for the soul
I won’t ever lose it
All moments of remembrance
Unforgettable memories