My escape. To you.
In some corner of the world, there are people who were not always cheerful, prosperous and optimistic. They discovered hope, faith, dreams and courage in a very unusual manner. They slept with the works of romantic poets like Robert Frost under their pillows, and imagined what beauty would look like, got up inspired to find it. Some confided in the works of Khaled Hosseini demystify the complex world. Wept with chills running down their spine reading the works of Paulo Coelho realizing that in some corner of the world a guy discovered his treasure and so will they.
They found their escape.
I feel inspired to my core to bring comfort and hope to those love to bath their soul in reading.
And so, I write, with all I have.
My work has a touch of philosophy, poetry of the olden and modern days. I write to calm myself and escape the futile negativities of the world. If it calms even one person, my work is done.
Hence, My escape. To you
1.
My sorrow and my joy
My sorrow was loud
it gathered an audience
one fine day, it was gone.
My joy is glorious
but it hides in me
afraid of the thieves
who took my sorrow.
-Hitisha
2.
strength
How precious is this life on earth ?!
where gloom gifts a peek at the stars,
and so I gasp
at a piece of the universe.
My only wish akin to these stars,
is for the strength that lights up the dark!
-Hitisha
3.
The voices
Once I followed,
all the voices
I reached a place
the world of the dead.
They walked the same.
They talked the same.
I then followed my inner voice
oh! I saw no one
for those who followed
their own voices
had reached the worlds
of their own.
-Hitisha
4.
My solitude
he hides from the shadows
takes the routes
untraversed
and in those paths
tormented, he fights
his own self.
-Hitisha
5.
From my mother
My dear,
remember to unfurl
your wings I weaved
with all the love
I carried
in every drop
of my soul
-Hitisha
6.
Wings
Mercilessly it cut her wings
but then patriarchy
gave her a daughter.
On a cold hospital bed that night,
an infant mourned the death of dreams.
Feeble mother whispered to her
“Mercilessly they cut my wings,
hence I birthed the new ones”
-Hitisha
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Have a wonderful day!
About Me: Electrical Engineer who escapes into the world of poems often.
By Hitisha Sharma
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