Natasha Sharma

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      • A Break In Love
      • A Life Unveiled.
      • A Paradox Of Dreams
      • A Window To Her Dreams
      • Dangling Gandhi.
      • Hiraeth
      • La Javvaab Pizza
      • My Name is Cinnamon
      • Not to be mis(s)ed
      • Operation Pakistan: Terror Strike
      • Rewriting My Happily Ever After
      • Stars From The Borderless Sea
      • The Anatomy Of A Choice.
      • The Counterfeiter: Abdul Karim Telgi & The Stamp Scam
      • The Pause
      • The Royal Scandal
Illustration of a bird flying.
  • Home isn’t a place, but a feeling.

    April 2010, Nashik. The agent shuffled his feet, pawing the ground. His visage was a study in embarrassment. “Madamji, the owner has declined. He isn’t willing to rent the apartment to single women. He has been burnt in the past and is uncomfortable dealing with it again.”  “Do you have more flats to see?” I […]

    April 13, 2022
  • Recurring Repentance.

    *** First published on Penmancy.com.

    April 5, 2022
  • I’ve said all I had to sayLetting nothing come in my wayMy words, they bared my soulTill I was hung from a poleScared to speak them, even If I triedMy fear, it held me captive inside. Scared my words may ricochet in airReturn home, on an empty prayerUnread, unwanted, a rejected pile          An unopened token of […]

    March 14, 2022
  • Lines of remorse.

    I place my hand on the book of my regretsHesitant to flip the page overTo bring to life, that lay in their grave, under the dusty layerWith what’s left of it, just bones, all over Do I want to resurrect, what has caused me so much pain?Do I want to resurrect, what can still cause […]

    March 14, 2022
  • Reflections.

    Everybody is changing And I can’t understand why The normal faces I knew are morphing Into the ones, strangers wear Am I still living in my reality? Or am I in someone else’s dream? When I turn towards you Craving and seeking comfort Why do I find someone else In the place, you once roamed? […]

    March 14, 2022
  • Cobwebs in the light.

    Who are youWho resides in the cobwebs of my dreams?To surface when the eyelids meet,Who weaves the lore in my mind,Flawless and resplendent ones,How is that every story you weaveHas a happy end, a positive feel? When I try to recreate them in my mind,The eyes, open as they are,Strive to touch upon the same […]

    March 14, 2022
  • Take Two.

    When I am gone and dusted offBlown my last kiss to youWaved my final goodbyeCry for meHeck, weep for me, my love. Long shuddering sobs, shattering the heartMourn the loss of usMourn the loss of what we wereBut when the tears peter out, and they will, my dearThen cry no more. For what is gone, […]

    March 14, 2022
  • An ‘ode’ to La Khopdiya.

    On days my brain refuses to hum. It stares into spaceAn unfeeling unmoving organHow does it evoke such feelingsWhen it has none. When I want to rememberIt plays hide-n-seekNever giving up its positionNever failing. People blame the heartFor its heartless actsBut I say it’s the brainWho is the villian-est of them all. Sulky, sullen, it […]

    March 14, 2022
  • Infinite Versions.

    The crowd broke out in applause as the husband handed a jewellery box to his wife, followed by several oohs and aahs from many of the wife’s girlfriends as she snapped the box open. Unlike popular opinion, the box contained a charm bracelet. She removed the bracelet from its container with the charms dangling delicately […]

    March 14, 2022
  • Jhumka.

    The breeze rustled through her tresses as it blew over the trees in the copse. The tiny bells attached to the jhumkas hanging by her ear, tinkled a soft jingling sound as they danced to the whims and fancies of the wind. A stray lock blew over her face as the breeze intensified its hold. […]

    March 14, 2022
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