MANVI SHARMA

MANVI SHARMA

MAGICAL FAILURE

Those muddy patterns,

Splashing the water on my skin

Confronting my raw self,

Became a failure to my dignity.

The stains crawling up my veins,

Losing myself to the undesirable pain

And, making a way to the tunnels of cruelty

I planned not to search for solace in this rationality.

Choosing the momentary prose,

I walked along the sea shore

Instead of accommodating the uncertainty

Leaving behind the false prediction of probability.

The probability that gives a thunder of distress

Awakening me in this petty world,

Caught up in my own choice

I became the paper with the spilled ink.

Being that paper of discomfort,

I wrote with that ink

To create magic in the world of hypocrisy

With this beautiful reason of deceiving.

HOLLOW SOUL

Her words of the poem on the white paper

Glows like the rainbow in the sky

The only difference that was made,

Is the rain that made it shine.

Unlike the circular motion of the rainbow,

The words were straight in a line

Trying to be different from

That of her messed up mind.

The spilled ink was screaming out of the paper

Pouring out all the emotions,

The pen became the gun and,

The blood were the feelings of her.

Dressing up like a queen

Wandering in someone's thoughts

She stands there naked,

With her soul.

Her soul which higlighted the colours of rainbow

The rays of sun beamed through it

Yet, the soul which was found broken.

Broken into pieces of flowers, which lost the fragnance,

The colours were dull

Like her soul.

SHRILLING ROAR

In every form

She builds up the nation

That starts from her own creation.

Through different names

That she is called by

Her power is the only choice.

Keeping her head high

She stands firm admits the crowd,

And, learns to fight against the storm.

Pulled down by the demons

That does not let her shine,

She makes her way even in the darkest of times.

The heart beats,

When the pen writes

And, the woman always shines.

Through every day

And, in all nights

She builds up her Knight.

As the time passes

She creates her own sword,

To become a warrior who will never fail.

The battlefield;

That has been associated to men

Now holds the moral of pain.

TRANSPARENCY

In this world of flexibility

We are here to create positivity

When the mind stops,

Our purpose is to reflect the imaginary

To look beyond the necessary.

With the sense of procalimity found,

In the world that has been distributed

Where the colour of dust

Loses its way,

Into the veins of disgust.

Soon, turning the matter into nothing

The rust will fade away

And, your brain will think

Ahead of the rationality

In the process of transformity.

Energizing the mankind,

It will go beyond perfection

When the life would meets its origin

The time would not stop, making us invisible

In this sphere is predictability.

MANVI SHARMA

MANVI SHARMA. Country of origin – India. Nationality – Indian. Place of living - New Delhi, India. Living life at edges and marking her own dream sequence, Manvi spills her heart on ink with stories that aren't cliched. An English literature graduate, with a zest to write her own vogue, Manvi has accomplished her own piece of phenomenal credit by getting published in three paperbacks, followed by a few online books and magazines. However, comfort to this soul is the tranquility in solitude where winds make the noise, fluttering through her pages, spilling moments of history and anticipations of future, while she writes her heart down with blue on white