"sharma" poems
Mrs Sharma is looking busy
Walking back from her yoga class
In Her right hand a bag full of potatoes
In her left hand, 2 kilos of onions
Its a freaking hot day in Delhi,
She stopped a taxi and hurried home
Aloo paratha her family's menu for today.
At home she went straight to her kitchen
Peeled and boiled the Potatoes
finely chopped Onion, coriander, ginger and chillies
Now where is the garam masala?
Here you are Mrs Sharma,
Salt Red Chili powder, Garam masala and some butter
Aloo Paratha with lots of butter,YUM YUM
Lunching at Sharma's home is Splendid
better than Mahesh Lunch Home in Juhu, Andheri.
Let's get started says Mrs Sharma
Let's make the dough
Make two chapati
add the filling to one chapati
and cover it with the second one.
Now Mrs Sharma rolls it slightly and heats it in the oven...
Let's ask Mrs Sharma,
Is food the elixir of life?
Yes very much she said
She feels like she is living for it.
As she spreads butter over the paratha
She says her mantra twice,
Eat healthy but don’t over eat.
She serves aloo paratha hot to her smiling kids
adds yoghurt to Mr Sharma's plate
she is so proud when she says to her family
Eat in moderation and eat healthy..
Smile and let's eat Aloo paratha Mrs Sharma's way...
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 1:46 PM UTC
'Kabali' and 'Badlapur' actor Radhika Apte will be the show-stopper in the upcoming Lakme Fashion Week in the ‘Gulzar’ collections of a prominent Kolkata-based fashion designer.
“We have been working with Radhika since 'Majhi the Mountain Man' days (2015) and she will be flaunting our fabrics as show-stopper in India’s premier fashion show which is keenly followed by Bollywood," the well-known city-based woman fashion designer told media after a fashion show in a city hotel last Friday night.
The Lakme Fashion Week is a bi-annual fashion event with the summer-resort show taking place in April while the winter-festive show is held in August.
This year the winter-festive show will be held from August 24 to 28.
Radhika will be wearing bright-colored lehenga since the show will be focused on beautiful India, it’s colours and contours, choreographed with the poetry of nature by Amir Khusro, the designer said.
“It can also be termed our tribute to a great name like Gulzar saab who has brought our lyrics and poems to a new level,” the designer Saroj Jalan said.
The signature style of the designer, whose works adorn Bollywood actors like Radhika beside well known models Lisa Sharma and former Miss Universe India winner Ushoshi Sengupta, is delicate floral patterns along with the use of Zardozi and array of hand-woven tusser silk and velvet enhancing the experience of the garments and “we will project the same in the Lakme week where the accent is on ethnicity,” designer Saroj Jalan said.
Supermodel Ushoshi, having recently debuted in the Bengali film 'Egoler Chokh', said “Lakme show reflects the different tastes of all leading Indian fashion designers who are still rooted to Indian heritage.”Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
The match on Sunday was matchless,
For Ozzie lost to India with grace,
Indian players snatched from them,
Indians stole the victory so easy,
But it just seemed easy in the end,
Each one of the Ozzie hurlers,
Couldn't even ask for the water.
Virat - great was the beating!
And to be credited is just not Virat,
Anushka Sharma is equally credible,
Had she never broken up with him,
Virat Kohli would still be distracted,
Against ultimate opponents Ozzies,
Our team stood not a single chance,
If not for his sweet vengeful courage.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 5:42 AM UTC
Never behaved in the school porcine;
Had wise words for everyone to opine;
Full of wise thoughts and memories refine;
Rachana Sharma is ready without any supine.
An eyesore progress she achieved school in
Even the trustees could no longer decline;
Her help for others whenever did she design
Was a feast – a great help and fun to dine.
For 8 years was she my dear mentor fine
From whom I learnt how to continuously grin
In adverse situations and start from begin
So that new fight and efforts lead you to win.
Earlier she was looking like a pumpkin
But now she managed her past confine:
Looking beautiful, smart, nifty and divine
Is ready ever any problem to define.
She is my inspiration, she is my Kline,
She is the best lady as a helpful friend in.
With her I developed Monorhyme fine;
And defeated many enemies malign.
A good mentor and nice for nation mine
Is none than Rachana - a brave feline.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 6:51 AM UTC
Glorifying amidst the snowy mountains bestowing
rivers with a splendid shine searching a land
to shower its warmth in a dense grassland,
sun rises with the dawn
like the spring blooming life in the lawn.
Cold on the cemetery lay like the corpse,
the flower in concealed corner of the lawn.
Life rejuvenates it to exhibit its charisma.
With its exquisite grace,
life fills the daffodils
blooming merrily in the meadows
with the exotic flush of odor enchanting thee .
Life of seven ages leaps and exits slyly like a stranger.
Neither the witty nor the wisest nor do the philosophers
can bamboozle the fate, neither can they preconceive
the lot ,the fate has in store in each slot
hence live the life with fullest enthusiasm and zeal,
the chariots of life bridging
the expedition between birth and rebirth.
Struggle the chill like a gladiator
stand undeterred by the worldly woes.
Life is symbolization of bluebells,lavenders
hedychiums planted on a deserted road,
blend of happiness and agony .
Surrendering to agony is pure escapism.
Each has to surrender on the altar of death
a day or later ,
but till life why not worship the life
like an idol enshrined in the temple
so when thee are asked of
satisfaction in the heavens high
thou may not quote "alas it could have been a day later"
rather thou may be the most enlightened
devotee to stay in the state of bliss and utmost salvation.
Men say life is mortal
But life is eternal you see,
the life is like a divine cascade of holy waters,
one drop dies ,other rejuvenates to life.
Till the nature lives, shall live
the men and generations yet to come.
Life is pouring like the nectar from the heaven's brink,
quite insane it would be to not drink the summary of life.
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Sep 11, 2010
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
Bring your empty words
I will re-charge them again
And make them potent;
The hollow words---
Bring them to me and
I will make them sing,
In the summer afternoon
On the glistening lips of
The workers in sweat
Working on construction sites;
Bring your faded words
I will make them shine in the forge
Of blacksmith whose sinewy hands
Will form them into forms that appeal;
Bring your sad words,
I will make them smile
On the faces of war-orphans
Street children
And cancer patients,
Because when sterile words
Of poetry come into contact
With unsaid suffering of the
Larger silent humanity,
They become fiery,
Gleam,
Mesmerize and
Truly become
The sweat-soaked words and entire syntax
Great transcendental poems!
@Sunil Sharma
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 12:07 AM UTC
A few drivers,
mid-summer afternoon
lean against the divider,
paint peeling
some perch on it lightly---
indulge in hot group-talk;
the waltzing-shadow
of a banyan tree
opposite side of the
auto-rickshaw stand---
a street-art, delicate, dark-hued;
the phantom arms
hug
the disparate crew
in a tight family-embrace,
its breath tousling their hair
and it---
protects them from
the Mumbai heat!
@Sunil Sharma
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC
---Sunil Sharma
Here she eyes
the poet and the photographer
hiding in the bush
or lurking somewhere
or, maybe behind
a glass-window shut
like a typical ******
pointed ears pricked up
eyes glittering but not cold
as depicted in a horror tale
the bushy tail---fan and broom
to clear the muck around
the long snout primed up
for unusual smells
especially---
of two-legged threats
the lady fox
much demonized
in the human world
free in the wilds
like a bird
ready for the ramp-walk
in the jungle,
her---daily theater!
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 1:38 AM UTC
With your satiny hairs,
You amble without a normal foot.
But with a pristine look,
Your big eyes shines luminously.
Dear, Maybe people call you a handicap,
I call those bullocks a madcap.
Interestingly, what, I am a handicap mentally, here I reveal.
Everyday I fight inside the close door when night falls.
A few days ago your eyes have cried a lot,
Let me clear here, you are a daring person.
It gives me a reason to fight with his servants openly.
You are a bizarre, I don't know you Monica Sharma.
Though we did not shook our hands at all,
But whenever these eyes squints you,
A new story creates a History...
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
The disembodied
Voice from the
Sisters’ counter
Echoing down the twisted corridor:
Ma left yesterday. The house, no house.
Wanted to do the night duty.
At least, got some company here.
@Sunil Sharma
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
The beautiful baby girl here,
Whom I hold without any fear,
Is named Anushka Sharma.
Don't get too much puzzled,
Only that the names are same,
Nothing to do with the actor.
And you know what,
She doesn't have a weird duck face,
Her heart is plain without makeup.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
The place where the seed was sown
The place where a dream began
"The Place"
A story started, a long one
with numerous characters but scripts none
Some bonds were made, some relations too
but inseparables were only few
'The Place" where this race began
----the mesmerizing war----
Gifted with the endless well of knowledge
To give my best, I pledge
Meeting the most wonderful beings
Some giving a monkey pose
And some with a pig nose .
Exploring new limits, finding new ways.
To get this once again,
I'm ready to pay.
The time of my life spent here,
Can never be expressed in words-mere.
I regret the inability to stop the time,
And bring back this sweet lime.
#school life
-Paridhi Sharma
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
one fine spring morning
sitting in my chair
newspaper
in hand
basking the sun
in front of my eyes
a scene thus run:
a sparrow perched
on nearby neem tree
sailed to my verandah
and sat on the sill,
in front a looking glass
a while she sat still
a little thoughtful
a little perplexed
finally she was
bitterly vexed.
her own image in the glass
she couldn’t tolerate
to beat it with her bill
at the glass she knocked,
so madly she did drill
as if ‘the other’
she would ****
in doing this
she broke her beak
all over the beak
the blood did spill,
ignorantly her own
she couldn’t bear
mercilessly her own
with her own beak tear.
frequently she visits,
she now understands,
she comes with her company
but I never saw the repeat,
she and her company
seem to have known
the harmony in Nature
to places they have flown.
WE ‘the roof and crown of things’
spill blood of our brothers
some times on 9/11
in US and fly
again in Jaipur and
Bombay high.
How long will go on this ****** trail?
When will the harmony in man prevail?
C. P. Sharma
Mar 21, 2010
Mar 21, 2010 at 8:16 AM UTC
Give her a chance, give her a way
And she'll fly high
high in the sky
living all her 'dreams' out,
the 'dreams' that she gave up,
to nurture you..
She is the creator,
And the power to destroy
lies within her.
She is your strength, but
her value you don't understand.
Never does she resigns,
neither does she complaints.
She lives in this small world of hers,
doing all the work day in and day out.
And then carries the burden of
" WHAT DO YOU DO ALL DAY?"
Her capabilities you can't reach
her love you can't measure.
her strength exponentially higher than yours....
But her value you don't understand.
Stronger than a pillar, she bears
the dependence of one and all.
With due respect,
I bow down and salute
to your royalty, your loyalty
and sheer love and greatness
So, I'm proud of me
to have understood, maybe partially
the value of you,
the greatest entity
"MOTHER"
-Paridhi Sharma
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
The dawn surrenders to the broad daylight,
Asks; would you yearn for my return and not lose sight;
It's the hour the gods wake;
Would be a sin,to let go of the blessings so eternal;
Like the oceans and the skies.
(The reply)
The daylight surrenders to the evening twilight
Asks; would you yearn for my return and not lose sight;
You're the hope from many lives
A warmth that eases yet magnifies
For damp drenched spirits, a shrine.
(The reply)
The dusk surrenders to the night;
Asks; Would you yearn for my return and not lose sight;
The wandering little birds must perch on a haven called home
As they chirp drawing attention upon the tangerine sky,
For you, are their sole guiding light.
(The reply)
The night surrenders to the first morning light
Asks; would you yearn for my return and not lose sight?
You're the lone playground, lovers don't hide
The shy and the heroic hop on the same ride,
For you are their harbor and respite.
(The reply)
(Copyright) anshuman sharma 2015
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
I am in the river Nyle
In the Ganges water that never defile,
In me there is no guile
Perfect clean is my profile.
In your snow flakes I am
I am the scent of its snow,
I am their soothing grace
With my warmth they glow.
Earth and sky are my home
In love bower I bloom,
I shine in all shades
My brightness never fades.
Just in the blink of an eye
I cover countless miles,
When I sit down to write
What I sketch are your smiles.
C. P. Sharma
Mar 21, 2010
Mar 21, 2010 at 3:24 AM UTC
On a power cable
trembling
before the wind
that plays havoc with trees and tiles
of cottages and hovels
a typical feudal lord, violent
power-drunk, indifferent;
Up there, on that throne---
sits a lonesome Kingfisher
regal, haughty, detached
from the ground zero
a visitor from the far-off heavens
a pleasing sight
on this rushed
Mumbai early- morning.
a creature, tiny, vibrant
dressed in a multi-coloured coat
worn earlier
by an agile harlequin
doing acrobats in an Italian court,
for the seventeenth-century audience;
the feathered guest
lightly sitting
on that high perch
a stoic
silhouetted against the
immensity of a dark-grey sky
threatening rain.
@Sunil Sharma
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
*They have a wide choice
To pick any sharp-pointed
Tool to slice my neck with
Or to stick in my stomach.
But no!
I know that they won't be
Satisfied hurting me ******
And so they took to words
Or simple boycott they've.
...Their weapons...
Unluckily they were once my friends
And I had set afire the newest trends
Improvising & exploiting my ways,
Which they follow until these days.
And lo!
They forget me - they forgot me
They have forgotten my words
For I wasn't their teacher ever
Nor would they ever become
...Atul Kaushal Sharma...*
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC
*Something calm
Something soothing
Vigorous dark
Surrounds smoothing.
Tonight in evil clutches
There caged my sense,
Like pigeon’s first flight
My swift and dense delight.
All stars having their query
Twinkles like murmuring together
As if they recall my past hours
Fairy Venus twinkles to me some more.
You are not a bard in conscience,
You were never fair in Love remarks
Reckon follies of your worthy mind,
Find your heart in flames and sparks .
Fair Moon chide me not,
No guilty am I but that love knot
That early lost the strength
I lost there my lot in affections.
Here lay I, in torturing sea shore
In slopes of tough pebbles,
Frequent thoughts or blustering bubbles!
I glared you constant Venus
Constant with swollen eye *****
In Midnight flow of sea or tears!
Until you fade away from my sight
Until its orange sun light
Until that chirping diverges my mind.*
-Anurag A. Sharma
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 3:48 AM UTC
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,kill,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
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
*Mute Nature
But I hear you,
Your smooth silence
Mute Nature.
When a mass of dews from a leaf
Awakens your calm and vast surface,
I do listen your naughty ripples
Walk around to the banks of lake.
When a lover in beloved’s praise
Hail you loud in mountain ways,
I do stay there waiting
To listen your every echo whenever raises.
When warm air gets your leaf
To lose its withered root,
Though its falling sounds very mute
I do hear there her separation grief.
I hear all fish locking their lips
And swans in pond waving thin throats,
I found a place of deep peace sips
Soothing to my eyes where snowy couple floats.
Oh when you rain,
My homeland covers a blissful layer
Of fragrant soil and water’s blend
Then you adds your chilling winds
That touch and pass through my nostrils
Like I just feel your real incense.
You are mute, Nature
But I hear you,
Your smooth silence
Mute Nature.*
-Anurag Sharma
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC
It's not just about me,
It's entirely about me.
AKS's Collection it is,
Atul Kaushal Sharma's Collection.
Nobody knew it is so,
And nobody could ever even tell.
Not a secret anymore,
To the world, it's an open invitation.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
It was an exceedingly hot and sultry summer day in the bylanes of Kabul. Lt.Sameer Sharma had missed the chance of catching the prodigal engineer turned terrorist Abdul at the marketplace.But now he had an ace in his deck,the enigmatic Dr.Rizwan, a doctor by day and spy by night.
Here they were near a warehouse at a nondescript military base.Any second now,a glimpse of the adversary could be caught.
"Over there",shouted Rizwan,pointing his gun towards the massive box.As deftly as a cat ,Sameer slowly moved towards the box.It was a cat.
Another voice was heard in the floor above.It was Abdul.
He ran.
They ran.
It could all have been over in a minute.Years of espionage and intelligence work boiled downed to one chase.
They chased. A chance . The only chance.Four shots were fired.
They saw the corpse.They were jubilant."Finally" cried......
"Finally",cried Musa as he shared a smoke with Rizwan.
There laid the body of Lt.Sameer in a pool of blood.
Betrayal had never been more stylish.
The End.
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC