Paradoxical Love

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 remember how you'd punish me every time I let my mouth run wild.
And also how you'd confuse me by kissing every single bruise on my body
Every single bruise you were the cause of.

I remember whenever I'd push you away from me, your eyes would flash with hurt.
I remember how I'd come back to you every single time that happened.
I don't know if that was just an act or if you truly cared
But no matter what that was, my feelings for you were clear.
I hated how you hurt me both mentally and physically
But I loved you nevertheless.

Even when they dragged you away from me,
The only name my mouth could scream was yours.
Maybe loving you even when it was the most dangerous thing to do
Was what broke my fragile heart.

- Isha Sharma

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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 them

is 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 love

I have yet to encounter the pleasure of love myself.

Sometimes I wonder if it even exists

Maybe it's like Santa Claus.

People just like to believe in it.

- Isha Sharma

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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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For All Of You

This is for those people who aren't on the stage, but behind the curtains. 

To those whose voices haven't been heard yet.

To the backbenchers and the misfits.

To those who do all the work but are not credited.

To those who feel like they aren't worth it.

Trust me, you are worth it. Without you, there'd be no set. Without you, there'd be no hope and no music. Without you, the world wouldn't be able to go on.

This is for the wild ones, the shy ones, the quiet ones, the loud ones, the lonely ones, the broken ones, the ones who don't give a fuck.

This is for all of you.

- Isha Sharma

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Perfection Is Deception

Perfection is deception; something we try to attain in order to alter everybody's perception of us.

We want our imperfections to turn into something they call 'attractions', and in this process, we never ever achieve satisfaction.
No matter how much we change, society treats us like abominations.
We can never live up to their crazy expectations.

We all want attention, but don't you know?
To them we are just some obnoxious distractions.

We Are All Just Human Beings

We live in a world where some people like to label each and every thing.
From Cabinets to even innocent Human Beings.

We are all given different abhorrent labels. Labels that include everything but the word 'Human.'

They call us 'Fat, Skinny, Stupid or a liar.' No matter how much we change, we can never satisfy them.

We live in a cruel world where people love to kill. Not with weapons but what they come out with.

It's a scary world where some would rather die than be themselves; some would rather live a lie than say "I am proud of who I am."

We can't change the world but at least we can try. I can't do this alone so we need to unite.

After all, in the end we are all Human and different labels shouldn't be able to define us.

So let's join hands and stop those bigots from labeling everything.
Because in the end we are all just human beings hanging on to the same string


- Isha Sharma


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