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Himanshi Sharma Poem
Oh! To wish of a far-away land,
Where flowers of all colours bloom without fear,
The colours that our eyes can meet,
Of all the dreams we left unseen.
Oh! To wish of a serene icy lake,
Where the ice sparkles at the morning rays,
The rays of sunshine we beseeched,
Of all the people we left behind in memories.
Oh! To wish of a majestic forest,
Where the canopies are taller than our hopes,
The leaves protecting our inner souls,
Of all the rumination we cannot forsee.
Oh! To be so wishful in existence,
Where the whims of emotions rush a breeze,
The wind reminding us of our liveliness,
Of all in this world we can imagine and be.
Copyright © Himanshi Sharma | Year Posted 2023
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Himanshi Sharma Poem
Sins that wish me hell,
Since that drives me crazy,
All I see is the duplicity,
Why is it that you did it to me?
A verse from the poison of my heart,
Averse events of our revenge,
Destined to be the bad one,
Things you did that I can't avenge.
Days where you picked me flowers,
Daze of your beauty blinding me momentarily,
Now I understand why you held my heart,
My impending cries were a delightful misery.
Severed ties and still bounded by hope,
See where we lie, grave of our own.
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There's a soothing in his words,
Like balm on an injury it works.
The way he observes the little things she missed,
It makes her fall more deeply in his abyss.
There's a shine in his eyes when he talks about her,
Like the evening star constant in dusk.
The way his voice calls her name,
Her body shivers as her heart is flamed.
The way he observes the unseen,
She is left amazed as in b/w the lines he reads.
The way he looks in her eyes,
Like a deep emotion he seeks.
The way he makes her moan,
Like the best pleasure seeks to show on its own.
The way he carries her away,
Like she's the best thing for him ever indeed.
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Big secrets, in rose tinted glass,
the grandeur of life just a mirrow view apart.
A sweet fragrance of falsehood guards the heart,
Beauty is at the price of someone's dark.
There she is, looking through the façade,
the one they called foolish, the best observer at heart.
Sitting amongst the shiniest strokes, is an abstract,
Yet such blind is world, that no one can tell it apart.
The gossips float, running faster than the chased hare,
Soon the truth disappears, announcing arrival of the dark.
She walks, followed by the hustle of winds,
The room goes quiet, as the others dissipate.
Lightening strikes, fear shivers the candle flame,
Windows crackle, welcoming the stormy rain.
Clock chimes three, and she smiles in glee,
The loner of all is often the know it all, yet no one gains.
Storm of the night follows her in pursuit,
Confident she walks, indeed it's evil in beaut.
Curious wind whispers of the magical tree,
Talks of magestic & venomous fruit it yields.
Her eyes as fierce as red wine on fire,
The sadness of wretched heart flows out her veins,
Time haults,
slowly shadows hails the devil's name.
Tremors wreck the halls,
here comes the wretched rain,
Where once the childhood danced,
now only lies remorse and pain
She walks to welcome it all,
Remorse, deceit and curses overflow,
Accepting all the yin and yang,
Soon she becomes the eye of the storm.
Copyright © Himanshi Sharma | Year Posted 2022
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Look around the ballroom,
it's laughs and gossips from all walks of life.
Where one confesses their love,
While others meet "the one" for the first time.
Brighter than the lights that aglow,
There's a romance in the mood,
More soft and beautiful than a rose,
The love for life is in full bloom.
The younger ones chatter,
Their eyes talk with subtle hints of glee,
The older ones dance and smile
The hopes of new beginning floating in the breeze.
Maybe it's the way candlelight dances
Or maybe it's the warm breeze,
The happiness which is overflowing today,
Is surely a beautiful miracle indeed.
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Amidst the dark forest,
Deep among the canopies of fall,
Where the sunlight never reached,
I was the darkest shadow of all.
The mist showed the way, yet laced it with confusion,
Creating peek worthy curiosity and delusion.
Waiting for the ray of hope, a bit of sunshine,
Am I also trapped in this hazy loop of time?
Ssshhhh...the cold breeze reminded,
Silence is the wisest answer of all,
Hold your breath and calm your heart,
There's a prey sneaking, ready to take the fall.
Alas, the hope is here,
oh it's a reindeer,
The mystic & the skillful
Yet, wilderness in it is bound to disappear.
Grace & shine of the creature almost gives me hope,
I know it's within reach, but I hold off.
The eyes meet mine, & my soul ignites,
But the fear deep within, kills my might.
The beast of burden startles,
it's cautious legs stop,
It knows the mist of confusion, is a delusion after all.
The moment is here,
the prey too near,
Malciousness envelopes me in my despair.
The vines spread vast,
crunching the leaves in it's way,
He wants to run, but now it's too late.
Like a vicious snake,
the vines suffocate,
The wicked in me smiles,
enjoying it's excruciating pain.
My dear deer,
this is the fixer's downfall,
For the one they wish to hope,
becomes their doom after all...
Copyright © Himanshi Sharma | Year Posted 2022
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