Reshma - Writings, Musings, Poems, Sketches...

Memory and Now This very day I happened to see A dear encounter that bumped into me, What I made of it  Was neither sad nor glee. It touched my heart It made me smile But somewhere on its way to the mind It lost its way and seemed futile. A friend, a memory, an old companion A montage of blurry pictures In black and white Lost forever, and now a hazy mixture. It all came back to me The music, the journey, the talks unabashed The long walks on the busy streets As a strange thought flashed… Neither the friend nor the encounter Was mine to keep - then, or now, So why does it keep ringing in my head That it stole some moments and how! Reshma Sharma 21 May 2020

An explosion Be productive be productive Thats what they say to me On LinkedIn, Insta and FB Do this, do that, don’t just be! Be fit, learn to cook, Take the Dalgona coffee challenge Show your artistry, Paint your tapestry Let not a minute go waste This awesome lockdown period. Learn a skill, market it yourself Sell it on the internet Join a class, take a course, Work it up till you sweat. Haven’t you learnt to bake yet Or posted yourself in a saree Ok just sit up nicely made And click a WFH selfie! Webinars, podcasts, courses, What to watch and what to not I made a list of them all As the kids yelled and fought Amidst zoom calls  And concalls and meet-ups The noise becoming louder and louder  And then turning Deafening. A silent room a moment of peace An hour or two to myself I seek Away from this explosion  I embrace the lockdown blues And a calm night’s sleep I choose. Reshma Sharma 22 May 2020

I am … I am of suns, winds and feathered wings,  I am of the storm brewing in my tea cup. I am of the sand at the bottom of the ocean, I am of the tear in the eye of the three legged pup. I am my own against the strong mountains, I am the grass that sways in the gentlest of breezes I am a broken umbrella on a rainy day Holding myself tight, but soaking wet. I can be what I wish to be, But I am what I have chosen to be, I may be a rock one day, Or crumble with the softest crunch. Judge me all you want I may shed a tear or two But the soul that lies within Will never give up on I.  Because, I am… Reshma Sharma 21 May 2020