Poetry

"He was once my best friend..."

"... a package being dropped off for storage..."

"...When we don't like the path we're on and can't find a way off..."

"...Death says nothing at the door...."

"...the effigy is broken, the marble decaying...

"...On the earth people died and Mass graves were dug..."

"...reminiscing of bedside time with her in hospice..."

"...you were so good at believing your own lies..."

"...To them she was fun, friendly, and frank..."

"...Why such pain on such gentle people?..."

"...the madness lingers on, dragging my body along the streets..."

"...a final message from the front, a last hurrah..."

"...tricks of prussian blue and cadmium red..."

"...No one sees out. But something sees in...

"...Unexpected the end races to the ground..."

Dr. Shailja Sharma is a psychologist and a poet, practicing in Texas, USA. Apart from her scholarly publication, Dr. Sharma's poetry has been internationally published in peer-reviewed literary journals, literary magazines, and radio shows.

"...it hoped to cajole a companion and be cosy a bit..."

"...I want all of us to pray To keep everyone hale and hearty..."

"...the only Cleveland poet who gets what it means to be a word-man...."

"...We can count the missteps of time..."

"...We walk together in Complete oblivion...

"Everything could have been different..."

"...a sense of freedom danced..."

"...They've won the war against the apparatus of assimilation..."

"...the elk rest with tucked legs beneath their deep chests..."

"...my way of harboring you within my heart..."

"Pogo the clown took to painting on death row..."

"...White clouds are forming and reforming above the river and the distant town..."

"...Today the world belongs to my son..."

"...Divinity willy-nilly has vested on them..."