If heaven exists, then perhaps every evening,someone opens a small window up there.Just enough to see.That a woman keeps food outside her door for a stray.In another place, a city is ablaze.Someone leaves flowers on a grave, they still visit after twenty years.A man teaches his son a hatred older than either of them.Two strangers… Continue reading

Who taught the stars to arrive without sound? Who buried whole oceans beneath common ground?What road do we take after hearts start to break?And who gathers the pieces no hands can remake?What becomes of a wound when it learns not to fight?Who told grief to linger long after goodnight?- Neha Sharma Continue reading

I read somewhere that if someone lived on a planet fifty million light-years away, and looked at Earth through a powerful enough telescope, they wouldn’t see us.They wouldn’t see cities, or airplanes, or the glow of phone screens in dark bedrooms.They would see dinosaurs. After all, light takes time to travel. Every time we look… Continue reading

I used to carry storms in my ribs.Whole monsoons.Questions crashing against bone with nowhere to land.You stepped into the rain as someone who knew its name,like you had stood in torrents before and chosen to remain.No one had ever stood that close without reaching for a roof.But you lean in as if my restlessness is… Continue reading

A sky had been living in my chest, It barely remembered how to rest.It rained every night, Drowned hope out of sight, Now gardens break through from my mess.- Neha Sharma Continue reading

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