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>At home his mother, found a blade
She was going to end, this painful life
“What kind of mother am I?”, thought she
“I can't even feed my child” hungry he must be

 

But the boy, arrived in time
And started to chatter like a wind chime
She threw the blade, and hugged him
“You eat my child, I am full to brim”

 

He ate some food, she fed him
‘You okay, my love” she asked him
‘Yes mom’ he said with a smile
Food in time, saved their life

 

She took a glass, filled it with water
Drank it whole, with the food leftover
The night fell, Cold and Wet
Mother thought of ‘morrow, while the child slept.

 

                                                                     -Sudhansh Sharma

I tell you a secret

 Look around you, there are some people
Look at them, look in them deeper
People around you, are not just people
They are stories, walking and talking.

 

Let me tell you, a secret I keep
A secret so dark, and fathoms deep
I am telling you, but don't tell anyone else
Otherwise you will regret, your foolish deed.

 

People around us, are poems instead
They look so simple, but hide meanings beneath
Beneath their skin, they hide their soul
Behind the faces, they are acting roles.

 

Beneath the beards, men hide the female inside
Behind the jewellery, women hide what's masculine
Behind the robes, priests hide their desires
Underneath the smiles, we hide our fires.

 

We all are hiding, something or the other
We all are ignorant, to what is inside
See around you, their are novels walking
Hiding big stories, beneath the human skin.


Hush your voices, remember what I told you
Don't tell this secret, to people you know
This secret is to be kept, hidden in the hearts
Same as we hide, the pain & tears in our hearts.

 

                                                                   -Sudhansh Sharma

 

 

Shattered beside a mirror

 

Sitting in front of a mirror
It feels like judging yourself
Like there are eyes looking at you
Telling you what you really are.

 

It’s been a year, since I looked at a mirror
Because I am afraid of seeing myself
Whenever I come across a mirror on a wall
I just bow my head down and pass.

 

I have a scarf, it covers my face
I drape it over my face before I go out
I wear no makeup, because there’s no space
I have a face, but I have no face on surface.

 

That splash hit me a year ago
It touched my face cold and wet
But later the heat surged up my face
I got these scars, as my face melt away.

 

I screamed I cried, lying on the road
My hands over my face, which was no more
They rushed me to a hospital, where they made cuts
I had a blackened look, my face all dead.

 

Slowly and gradually, I raised my eyes
There was a mirror in front of me
I was horrified, I was struck with terror
When I saw my acid burned face, in a mirror.

 

I gripped a glass, which was kept by my side
Threw it hard on the mirror, saw them collide
The glass and the mirror, both shattered on the floor
Lying with them broken, was me by their side.

                                                         - Sudhansh Sharma

 

Mourning at Dusk

 With every passing second, night is falling
I am siting by the river, with feet in water
I wish this darkness could vanish me
I wish this river could take me away.

 

The sky at dusk, all orange with clouds
The smell of earth with a green shroud
I want to elope like, the sun does
I want to lie down, under earth’s shroud.

 

The birds are chirping, mourning at night
Fishes are restless, splashing water with might
The trees are shaking, shedding all the leaves
I want to lie down, silent as they grieve.

 

Cool wind is blowing, soothing the pain
Singing in a monotony, crying in vain
The grass is moving, shaking with cold

The animals are howling, wailing uncontrolled.

 

Stars and moon, hung high above
Cover the universe in a white gown
Stars look shabby and moon burnt down
Its the shroud of dying earth, not a bride’s gown.

                                                     - Sudhansh Sharma

Feel the Impulse

 

 

When I saw you for the first time

I told myself, “Feel the impulse.”

 

When I met you one day

I felt that I “Felt the impulse.”

 

When you touched me for the first time

That touch felt like an impulse.

 

When you spoke those magical words

My world felt an impulse.

 

We got entangled on the sheets

I scratched the mattresses, as I felt that impulse.

 

We were happy with each other

As we both started to feel the impulse.

 

We went to the church, we got married

You kissed me then, my body felt an impulse.

 

I had my first child, I was in pain

You helped when I felt that impulse.

 

We were living happily and in peace

When our lives got hit by an impulse.

 

We broke apart, you left me alone

And now I ask, “Did you ever feel the impulse?”

                                                      - Sudhansh Sharma

As I Let you go

When I look up, towards the sky

I see a million little hopes, twinkling as they die

I try to catch , every other falling desire

But all in vain, they burn like fire.

 

I think , I think, This thinking makes me mad

I grieve, I grieve, This grieving makes me sad

I spread my arms ready to fly upwards

But every time I take off, I fall with scars.

 

I saw you that day, you were beautiful

I tried to talk to you, but my heart was so full

That I wasn't able to, scream let alone speak

I wanted to talk, but the words make me weak.

 

I let you go, but can't stop dreaming of you

I let you go, but can't hide my feelings for you

Now I lay here, muddled in tears and pain

All I want to say is, these're just emotions, use no brain.

Imprint

Text: Sudhansh Sharma
Images: Sudhansh Sharma
Publication Date: 05-18-2017

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
Dedicated to my Mom and Papa And to all the readers

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