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Lalima Sharma Poem
When the day comes calling
I desperately try to reach out…
…To my dreams
That have troubled me the night prior
…And also to the night
That has given them a lap to sleep on
…To the sleep
That although never came yesterday
Promises me some rest tonight.
So that when the day calls again tomorrow
I have tucked in my restless dreams, night, sleep and all
In one small crease under the pillow!!
Copyright © Lalima Sharma | Year Posted 2010
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Its kind of strange how you squirm
when life lands you at a sharp turn
blinding your future
with no backward paces to run...
yet you march ahead
perhaps driven by the silent hope
that the next journey
would be on a lesser winding road!!
Copyright © Lalima Sharma | Year Posted 2010
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Lalima Sharma Poem
There’s a turmoil deep within
One is not in control
Of Life’s happenings n emotions
That move on as if on a roll !!
Why and how does one become a rebel
Hurting hearts and bleeding minds
There must be a reason for the chaos
Unexplicable, making us this blind ?
An apology for the error
May probably undo the damage now
For love from the other side
Has never ceased to flow!!
Copyright © Lalima Sharma | Year Posted 2016
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Lalima Sharma Poem
Its kind of strange how you squirm
when life lands you at a sharp turn
blinding your future
with no backward paces to run...
yet you march ahead
perhaps driven by the silent hope
that the next journey
would be on a lesser winding road!!
Copyright © Lalima Sharma | Year Posted 2010
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Lalima Sharma Poem
A scream that resounded across walls of the house …
And a scream that couldn’t enter the walled doors…
A scream that pierced through barriers of the heart
And the one that didn’t leave the moist throat.…
A scream that spilled woes of the past
And the one that gathered throes of the present….
A scream that was perhaps meant to be
And the one that wasn’t there for anyone to see.
Copyright © Lalima Sharma | Year Posted 2016
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Lalima Sharma Poem
There is a sense of inner peace
As they come and leave
Knowing it was meant this way
And not for me to keep!
A stray thought that’s come knocking
Shaken my world, left it rocking
But I see the need to anchor real deep
As I try to put it to sleep !
I know this will also pass
Away to a world that’s farther than far
And if it does stray again
I will be stronger to face the pain !
Copyright © Lalima Sharma | Year Posted 2016
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Lalima Sharma Poem
It's that time of the night again
when I call the moon to my window sill
Eager to tell it stories of the day gone by
Because it listens to them silent and still...
I ramble on my thoughts, my angst, my pain
while it travels past the night with little stress or strain
As it bids goodbye at the break of dawn
I know it will miss me too like a lover lovelorn !
Copyright © Lalima Sharma | Year Posted 2021
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