Writing

Writing

Writing has always been my gateway to understanding the world and myself. Through plays, prose, and poetry, I explore the nuances of human emotion and the power of storytelling. Each piece is a reflection of my inner dialogue, a way to capture the fleeting beauty and complexity of life in words.

Eyelid
That boX
The diary
I don't want others to see what I see in you
A hailstorm cried
Lie
The lady with Ruby shoes
The melody of the moon
Robo on mars
writing

Eyelid

I want to be the eyelids to your eyes,
The tender shield where quiet duty lies,

A humble guard, yet strong as fortress walls,
Whose purpose is to catch you when you fall.

I wish to shield you, my dear eye,
With all my might, until the day I die.

I'll hide you swiftly when the winds grow fierce,
When cries are sharp, and darkness draws near.

When moonlight lingers, casting shadows long,
I'll stand by you, vigilant and strong.

I know how delicate you are, my dear,
And so, I'll fight to keep you safe from fear.

But once, when I let down my guard too far,
And one of my lashes plunged deep as a star,

It hurt you so, beyond the storm's cruel might,
A pain that lingered, stealing all your sight.

more

That boX

I hate that thing in your hand

Says the little Yahoo in the way he can

I hate that little box

Which is always there in ur pocket

I wish I had the power

So I could throw it

In the sky like a rocket

That harmless looking thing is a curse

That thing eats up all your time

Which should be mine

You always carry in your purse

That thing holds your brain

more

The diary

Curiosity filled my soul

What's that he draws everyday

I wanted to know

My hands made their way and I opened the page with the delicate bookmark of a flower

more

I don't want others to see what I see in you

It sounds wrong, I know
don't want them to see

They don't know how wonderful you are
And once they see it

They'll steal it too
They don't know how beautiful your eyes are
And once they see it

They'll blur them too

I don't want others to see you as I do
they'll change you

Cuz I want you to be the way you are

I love you, the way you are

more

A hailstorm cried

In this epitome of a strange aware

I find myself turned into foreign to myself

Changed twisted confused absurd

Heartless careless Stranger

As if im the monster i hid from

As if im so sinfully mighty now

I scared what i was afraid of

And when this strange storm hits now

I'm no longer weeping for shelter

Never really knew the value of that soul which was scared of danger

For now i crave to redeem it

To bring it back to life

For it to be awaken

more

Lie

Where were you, God, when the night closed in, suffocating every shred of light and hope?

When my faith, fragile as it was, crumbled to dust beneath the weight of horror?

I sought solace in sacred waters, desperate for a sign,

But it wasn't the Ganges—was that my fatal error?

Would those waters have saved me, God?

Or did you just watch, detached, as I drowned in despair?

They call out your name, a ritual etched in routine,
Five times a day, as if the sound could pierce the heavens.

I screamed too, God, until my voice was nothing but a ragged breath,
A pitiful plea that faded into the nothingness.

Kabir said you might be deaf—
Now I know he spoke the truth.

more

The lady with Ruby shoes

Tik tacked her down
Swift and precise she moved
Luring the poets she bloomed
With a mystery so bright
It out shaded the courageous stary sky
And her eyes darker than hazel
Her lips rougher than petals
Her shady like roses

more

The melody of the moon

When the symphonies grasp the light of the fireflies in its enchant
where the clocks are hidden away by a strange dwarf elf,
when the wind sing and the waterfall harmonizes,
the moon composes its melody
when the lavenders smile and wave
then buds they blossom
when the silence says my name
the moon sings its melody
when the sun shines
when the sunflowers turns
when the moon and I encounter

more

Robo on mars

One year
Two years
Three four would by
The years pass, but here Ill stay
Quiet uneasy cold , drenched in despair
This awfully huge space
And I am sick and numb
My eyes they burn
So far from home
Do you miss me mom..?
Happy birthday to me
I miss my family
Theyre giving up on me
And eyes view another kind of me
Whos running on the moon happily
Why are you forgetting me
I was once your fantasy
Your eyes shone when you thought of me
What changed so suddenly ?
A rover on mars
I know I broke down

more
videoPlay
Copywriting, Designing, Script, Artwork, Sketching and Music. © Eva Sharma
Web Development - Rajendra Meena | Graphics - Abdul Wahid, Ibrahim Ahmad | Video Editing - Shailendra Singh, Devesh Bholande
Video Production - Akshat Jaimini, Amit Panjre, Zeeshan Khan & Ritesh Sharma