We began as two names on a glowing screen,two strangers talking bright and keen.A tossed hello, a laugh that stayed,a small, silly fate we made.I don’t know which line bent time our way,which joke, which smile, which thing you’d say;somewhere between “how was your day?”my careful heart went slightly astray.I called you Mr. Stardust, before Continue reading

I’ve spent years walking past faces in a blur,nodding at shadows, never asking who they were.Some hid storms under smiles they loaned to the day,some held small heartbreaks tucked safely away.And one slow moment let the truth come through,I wasn’t blind to people, simply blind to what they carried too.- Neha Sharma Continue reading

A dandelion cracked through the stone,No garden, no gardener, grown alone.It didn’t wait for spring,just did its small thing.That’s hope, finding home on its own.- Neha Sharma Continue reading

Some days I’m a panda, it’s true,Snack, nap, then scroll for a view or two.My deadlines all roar,While I’m munching for more,And promise tomorrow will do.- Neha Sharma Continue reading

When life kicks hard and never asks,Art hands out helmets and silly masks.And when bills pile up like angry mail,We doodle wings and possibly learn to sail.If life’s a soup we did not choose,Let art be the breadstick we dip and use. – Neha Sharma Continue reading

My mind’s a 24/7 newsroom,breaking panic, coming soon.Headlines read, You messed up again!It’s both the anchor and the weatherman.The forecast says cloudy with a chance of doubt,with scattered thoughts all hanging out.Confidence called, saying, “Can’t today.”Overthinking’s working overtime anyway.Yes, my brain’s a browser, twelve tabs wide,one plays music I can’t find.Another’s buffering future fears,rest just Continue reading

She wore a practiced grin,so did he, tucked in.Both afraid to show,the ache below;and called it discipline.- Neha Sharma Continue reading

Today, I’m not trying to get anywhere.The sidewalk outside the café is warm enough to hold me.The chair tilts back a little like a tender sigh.Steam rises from the cup, curling like a slow thought.The noise and the footsteps fade into a blur around me.My mind slips out of its cage, drifting past lists, clocks, Continue reading

Dear Dead Writers,You must’ve written as if your words would circle only your own people, as if your sentences belonged to the time you lived in.How could you have known that one day they would travel through wars, through oceans, slip past flags and accents, through tongues you never heard…and find me? You did not Continue reading

For all of the books I have read,reality dances ahead.It trips through the rain,it laughs at my brain,and rewrites the lines in my head.- Neha Sharma Continue reading