If love had a scent, 
it would smell like you.
Like your warm skin laced 
with cologne.

Your soft lips and 
generous pecks,
reminding me of 
sun-kissed beaches 
and morning dew.

Like your ruffled, damp hair 
after the shower;
and the coffee cup you 
left uncovered on the table.

Like your morning cuddles, 
kisses, and laughter;
and the warmth of your 
arms that held me after.

If love had a scent, 
it would smell like you.

- Neha Sharma

Your heart sings a song,
Happy as the day is long.
Every verse, so gloriously familiar,
A resounding melody melting my heart cavalier.
I hear the music travel along,
Knowing this is where I belong!

- Neha Sharma

I spoke to you last night,
of things that make you go quiet,
that stir your soul with delight,
the fears and misgivings that make you hide from sight,
the mysteries that keep you up through the night,
the raging fire of untapped emotions,
you long to ignite.

I listen to you as you summarize,
your life—its lows and highs,
and I’ve come to see how beauty lies
in every crack that no one spies,
I follow each word you softly verbalize,
about your dreams, still waiting to be actualized.

You shared how mirrors scare you…
reflecting your wasting worth each time you view.
I sit there quietly, aching at how it’s untrue,
thinking, maybe all you need is a change of view,
until you turn to me and ask…
to be your mirror, through and through.
 
- Neha Sharma

With you, I am never at a loss for words –
You are my every solved game of Scrabble,
The unscripted script to my endless babble,
Including the parentheses in my every tattle,
The only meaning to all my vocables!

- Neha Sharma

“Sometimes when you feel buried, you’re just planted.”

Maybe your lies 
were your sanctuary,
maybe I helped 
fan your cowardice;
by letting my rationality 
heedlessly bury,
maybe my hurt was the 
crown to your glory,
Or maybe...
I simply found solace
in our fiction, on the contrary!
 
- Neha Sharma

Sometimes I wonder how I compete,
With the bouts of your Brobdingnagian anger.
Do I stand tall, or do I just cheat?
Oh, darling, tell me! How do I defeat?
Do I rebel or resolve to retreat?

- Neha Sharma

I know it's not simple, yet somehow it is –
Thinking about last night, when we shared a kiss.
Locked in the warm and willing embrace,
You snogged me good, like an ace.
Skin to skin, our bare bodies converse,
Your lingering fingers sculpting with purpose.
Your arousing touch, your soothing caress,
My body accepts...
Like an honoured guest!
The following morning brings to light,
Your puzzled look, which invites...
A question that conspicuously screams,
What do I make of this?
An anticipated reality or a passing dream?
Honestly, I don’t know…
It wasn’t wrong, it wasn’t right
’Twas an impassioned, uninhibited night!

- Neha Sharma

Countless things that had to be said,
Unresolved feelings waiting for that light to be shed,
But instead of going on a fool's errand,
I turn and walk away
As some things are just –
better left unsaid!

 - Neha Sharma

Hold onto the memories. They never leave us.

When chills of the present freeze you,
Put on a jacket of beautiful memories.
It won't stop the cold,
But it keeps you warm!

- Neha Sharma

Some mysteries are better left unsolved.

Like a sun-kissed autumn breeze
swirls on a cold winter’s night,
You came, you bewitched, you conquered;
A heart once lonely and wandered…
Creating the Big Bang of a poetic universe.
An explosion of emotions –
Inflated. Unfurled. Intensified.
The erstwhile dust settled over the ribs,
Clustered, forming a beautiful mess –
of tiny luminous sparks as stars.
Diffusing a pomp of refreshing hues,
from morn till dark,
erasing every trace of the blues.
But such is an epic tale of twisted fate,
This conquered lost soul was soon –
Abandoned and betrayed
Striking like a giant meteorite
Carving an everlasting hole – empty and damaged
Nonetheless, you were an enigma so radiantly pure,
Giving my heart, but a temporary cure!

- Neha Sharma