dance together in a black and white world
where stars scorch the sky when we make love
your bony fingers weaved through my hair
your name held on my tongue.

i loved you all those years ago
like the winter loved the spring

i held your hands, heavier then,
braver then.
your eyes told stories i couldn't breathe in
for fear that the cold would never go.

you were
the calm before the storm unseen
the window never noticed
the lights shut off in time to hide
and what i knew i didn't need.

Sick of the illness
She learned of years ago,
Sick of the episodes
That never leave her alone,
Sick of the medication
That doesn't help a thing,
Sick of telling the doctor
She's fine with all of this,
Sick of trying to hide it
So very deep inside,
Sick of feeling tired
After every single time,
Sick of feeling hopeless
As she prays to God on high,
Sick of unanswered prayers
And not knowing if she's alright.
*jm

The world of wisdom
the world of wealth
where people come and go
but one fine thing persists forever

The world runs for it
lives for it,works for it
but it moves on from anywhere to anyone

Beings cry for it
steel,****,fight,suffer and die for 'it'
One big universe with
infinite population
and infinite things to desire
BUT
in this huge world
its demand persists forever.

It gathers the attention of one and all
the care,need of all
But it itself is "no entity"
"A man-made creation"

Just a one fine creation
being chased by the whole wide world.
                "FUNNY"
Few have it infinity
rest not even its shadow....

This greatest creation
ruling its creators
     "MONEY"
   ---silly isn't it .

                                                                           -Paridhi Sharma

Change is changing - the changes that we made.
No time for abiding by Human Rights,
When it means someone isn't getting paid.

Where did you come from?
Where are you heading?
Moments pass us by,
As our dreams are shedding.

To be or to not,
No idea.
All I can do is wish and hope,
Hoping you are near.

Missing and Forgetting,
Two separate points of view.
All I can do is miss what we had,
Forgetting is not an option, when it comes to you.

So where did you come from?
Would you take me there?
Where are you heading?
This world is big enough to share.