Isha Sharma's Blog

We use art- colorful poems, colorless photographs, as a cry for help, unaware
But
Quietly hoping that someday someone would understand
The pain behind those eyes, the regret behind that smile
We waste away like corpses, letting the love fade away,
And the possibility of anything happening dies.

We try to hide away our almosts,
Almost something, lovers or dreams
Because the pain behind the almosts is too overwhelming
 So we hide them away
Lock them inside a small cupboard,
Never hoping to remember,
...

I carry a void inside my beating heart
The beating of the drums seem to be slowing down by each minute
My void speaks to me like the old oak tree near my childhood home; it murmurs
But the thing is I don't have a childhood home
My childhood was stolen long ago

I turn to dust
I turn to dust and people try to pick me up but I slid right through their fingers
Years later
I manage to pick up the pieces but dust cannot be joined together
It's scattered
Like my beating heart
It's scattered and it raises me...

You're the flower my father told me not to pluck because it makes the earth look prettier

Dear 9 year old me,
You are a beautiful creature
Made up of flowers intertwined with stars
The whole universe
Resides in you.

Dear 9 year old me,
As you grow up
You'll find out that fairies
Are monsters and Santa isn't who you think he is.
All the bedtime stories you've been hearing for the past 9 years are true,
Only these tales have a different ending.
Monsters walk among us
And heroes don't usually win

But dear 9 year old me,
Don't let this stop you from being who you wanna be
Don't let this stop you...

Yank the door to my heart open,
It's hard for me to do it by myselfAs the walls I built years agoRefuse to lower down.
They refuse to let me breathe.
My heart is like a guitar with no strings,The melodious music is long gone nowThere is a cavity in my heartWaiting to be filled with something
Dangerous yet completely safe.

The silence speaks to me,With a distorted voice, As if spoken by monsters and goblins
As if the demons under my bed are now
Inside my own head.

The words they are screaming
They...

I lived vicariously through her
Her heart was my heart
I could feel every pain, all the suffering she went through
But now I feel nothing

She and I are not one anymore
But two strangers on the opposite sides of the world
Her heart is broken and mine got lost in a place nobody knows about,
Not even me

I do not know who she is anymore, I do not know who I am anymore
The air we breathe is different
The land we walk on is different
We are different and not in the way we were before.
Before, we were different...

I sit here in silence, with my heart in my hands
And I look at it and wonder what caused it to shatter.
I wonder if it was the way you kissed me and made me forget about the world
Or the way your hands stroked every curve of my body even when I didn't want them to.
I wonder if it was the way you controlled me or broke me into pieces,
Or the way you pushed me and painted the walls red with my blood.

I remember how i would get scared of being late or of talking to other boys in your presence.
I...

Where do lovers meet?
Is there a plan written by someone or is it all inadvertent?And what happens when they meet?Do they know that the person in front of themis the person their heart belongs to?What happens when they lock eyes?Do they feel a spark inside their souls or waves inside their heart?Do their bodies start to tingle?Or do they feel nothing?Are the love stories written in books extremely exaggerated?Or does it happen in real life too?
I have yet to meet a person who is deeply in loveI...

I dream of a world
Devoid of crime
Devoid of hunger
Devoid of corruption
Everything would be so much beautiful
If a world like that were possible.
Unfortunately, it is impossible.
As long as humans walk on this planet,
A perfect world will just exist in the dreams
Of dreamers.


- Isha Sharma
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You were a whirlpool in the ocean and I was just an innocent sailor. You sucked me in and I got lost in you.

No one has found me yet.

Is anyone even looking?
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