A learner for life….wants to live fully….destination matter so does the journey…every movement to feel alive…and die with peace in eyes…being me…
She lost in her thoughts..
And he lost in looking at her..
One of the way of getting attention from an over thinker..
Ask her to tell what she is thinking..
And to make you part of her world..
And guess what..
Probably she is thinking about you only..as her world.
Written by
Swati Sharma
Copyright July 2022 © Swati Sharma and Learning with life. All rights reserved.
Your intention to hurt others..
Deep-down tells that you are struggling..
To accept and love yourself..
As it is..
And you don’t even know..
You are not yet healed or learned..
Though doesn’t impact that much a tolerant one..
But does to a naive to quite an extreme..
Mostly dear..
The one who is attacking..
You are one of the most impacted..
The more you stay still..
And one day you won’t able to face what you become..
Or worst you will never realise what you do or did..
The more you dig deeper..
In yourself..
Then only you can refrain from commenting and start understanding..
The path requires evolving and reflecting..
And lots of tolerance and perseverance..
The one who has learned the hard way…
By living it day and night in real..
Can tell you..
The journey from deep hurt to numb to unaffected..
Is so painful, slow and continuous..
Like slow killing..
But one who has a journey will refrain to do to others what they have suffered..
The dark zone that they have been..
That truly breaks, bleeds, hurts yet evolve them..
Sometimes, near death experience…
And sometimes like a new birth in the same life..
In dreams, even they can’t imagine someone else to go through it..
Journey continues for everyone..
One with learnings, discoveries and evolving..
And one with the inflated egos of just don’t want to understand that they are also not perfect…
What you have within is far more superior what you are trying to portray
on surface
You think its easy to hide
Trust me transparent it is
Written by
Swati Sharma
Copyright July 2022 © Swati Sharma and Learning with life. All rights reserved.
Reading the words..
Thinking beyond the meaning..
Writing about it…trying…
With a perspective…
A heart full of feelings..
But with a void..
Void that filled with silence…
Writers are those who felt deeply …sometimes yes with overthinking..
Wholesome experience, but..
Gruesome incomplete..
And still just by the little touch of real emotions..
They can let you know..
More beautiful than you ever know yourself..
Just the exact words for what you feel
At those precious moments..
Or bring back the memory just by going through their experience…
That smile, tears or smirk on your face..
Tells you something..
Just to ignite your own real instinct..
Don’t look for answers..
As you already have them within..
You are thinking…
This time….smiling….
Written by
Swati Sharma
Copyright June 2022 © Swati Sharma and Learning with life. All rights reserved.
I Read your story..
Found identical..
Also found hope..
This much similarity..
Is it me in the story?
Signal or coincidence..
Go through it all over again..
The difference..
My part of hope and feeling you added..
In the story..
Its incomplete for you..
For me its complete..
My heart found the words for its feelings..
Confusing..
It’s confusing me..
You are a stranger
How do you know exactly how I feel..
This relatable..
Writing an expected fate..
Couldn’t able to stop thinking that
Is it you…no…no…
Or are you the guardian angel..
Is the universe trying to give me cues?
And
Unknowingly..
Incite the suppressed feelings..
BUT
Reality struck..
Like a slap..
The story which I lived and believed and you gave words..
In reality, it’s just painstakingly opposite..
From your story..
My story..
Seemingly our story, though, no..
Just Story..
Extinguish the fire..
Once for all…
Within lot of darkness..
When found a dim light..
Its fortunate or unfortunate..
Made me happy..
Made me sad..
But made be feel again..
Most disappointedly, gave me expectations..
And now..
Post reality check..
Closed door and the big mountain ahead..
Numbed me…
Your stories…
Still have those depths..
Still have meaning..
Hope and feelings..
But for me..
It’s dead
Not your fault though..
Can’t relate..
Anymore…Anytime…Anything
Even If I do..
Wont believe..
It has reached..
A fatal end..
Understood…With experience..
Not all stories have perfect or good end..
Just ends…
Sometimes even without explanation..
Like it never exist..
Or
An illusion..
From one end..
Far.. very far from fiction..
The end
Written by
Swati Sharma
Copyright Feb 2022 © Swati Sharma and Learning with life. All rights reserved.
Read your words..
Felt your heart..
Filled with scars, love, hope, Bliss and hurt..
I felt what you felt..
As you were bringing soul to your written words..
Totally authentic and unadulterated..
Straight from heart to heart..
Anyone who felt deeply..
Will found it profound..
Will connect and understands..
Words can mesmerise and intoxicate..
Dumbfound and enchanted..
Didn’t realise…
Until
Found your words..
Magnetic words..
And completely lost..
Read thousand times..
Find a new meaning everytime..
Or relive the moment..
Or just relate don’t know why..
Is that how we all connected..
With our emotional rides..
Sometimes feel is it my story or is it me..
Or sometimes we just echo with others..
Without any reason..
Because being in that zone at some point of time..
And relates, repeats in imagination… go back in time.. expect in the future to happen…get frozen..
Just flow or fly or got hypnotized..
Yet serene..
Your muse, inspire and astound me..
You put heart and soul in your words..
Reflects so transparently..
No mask, nothing hides..
Words find its best meaning, connect to the wide..
Simple yet powerful..
Full of life, alive..
Magic, pure magic I realise..
Written by
Swati Sharma
Copyright June 2022 © Swati Sharma and Learning with life. All rights reserved.
Silence..
Just silences,
She was standing with her group..
When finally the car came to pick her up..
She hugged all with a heavy heart..
And as she steps ahead one of the closest friend can’t control his tears..
And the last thread of patience looses..
All just started to cry..
As she has to board the car being late..
She looked back..
One last time..
Without blinking..
And sigh!
Heavy breath…
A scene of losing her best group of friends..
Where she has plenty of memories to cherish for..
She started to miss them already…and..
She Stopped the car, run to hug them all over again..
Post getting into the car, again continuously looked till she can..
She locked the last scene in her heart and mind..
And tears automatically roll by..
She knows she can meet them in the future..
Though not daily..
Both the thoughts made her more restless for a while…
Her best Farwell and a heart wrenching bye..
Wanted to know from her version of this emotional bid..
But she chooses silence to just grasp all just happened..
Went numb to the whole world for some time..
I understood and didn’t break her precious moment..
The way I have seen in just a few minutes..
The emotion overflown in her strong beautiful relations..
That is deep rooted between all of them..
Want to see the reunion too..
What an amazing sight would it be to witness by..
Blessed are those who have real friends… stay blessed and stay friends forever..
Group laughter has an aura so does a group cry..
When you feel it’s real..
Overwhelmed and joy..
Written by
Swati Sharma
Copyright May 2022 © Swati Sharma and Learning with life. All rights reserved.
I Hated myself so much that I thought..
I don’t deserve love..
I did that to myself, yes can you imagine!
Thinking any deep gesture is not true..
Delusional or I don’t worth..
Created walls too high..
Too high that I felt choked..
And accepted what is not..
That I am not enough..
For such a long time..
Certainly due to less understanding and more judgemental world..
And mostly
Because of getting controlled, scrutinised and mistrust..
And definitely
Because of low self esteem
Due to seeking validation from near, dear, others and above..
I could not believe..
Nor could I trust..
Walls for others and cage for myself..
I get to know too late..
Before anything else..
No matter what..
Don’t be cruel to yourself..
Too late but true always..
To the person whom you are going to spend most of your time..
Its also deserve priority, love, kindness and trust..
Love yourself first..
Love yourself first..
Written by
Swati Sharma
Copyright April 2022 © Swati Sharma and Learning with life. All rights reserved.
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, I am me is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing .
Please find the link below:
I will be so glad if you read it there.
Love and regards
Swati Sharma
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, where’s the end, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing .
Please find the link below:
I will be so glad if you read it there.
Love and regards
Swati Sharma
While counting blessings…
Count freedom twice….
Right to live with pride and dignity..
Is so much taken for granted..
The price of independence..
As well as saving the independence…
Is way too high..
Least we can have is gratitude and respect for it…
We are blessed to have a right to speak and to be heard..
With social liberty, freedom of choice..
Make independence more meaningful by working on issues..
For that all need to remain united…
Coming together against all odds..
To born under free country is fortunate…
Making it better with the path of progress..
Understanding, gratitude, protect and work on growth..
To continue to shine brighter with glory, peace and prosperity..
Wish, pray as well as work for it.
Written by
Swati Sharma
Copyright Feb 2022 © Swati Sharma and Learning with life. All rights reserved.
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