Author / Shiva Sharan

by Shiva Sharan

Hope

The Shawshank Redemption

I hope that you’re surrounded with wonderment and merry

I hope that the skies clear up for you, to shower you with their warmth and grace

I hope that you don’t have to worry about life’s regressions, all on your own

I hope that you find solace within the comforts of my heart

And that love finds its way to you,

When you’re exhausted and done,

And you’re looking for a shoulder to lean on.

I hope that you’re treated with love and respect

Wherever you go

And wherever you are –

I hope that you can remind yourself so,

That good days lie ahead

And that you can look forward to clear skies and green grass,

And an aura that will shine on through.

by Shiva Sharan

Stare

What decides how much space people take up:

Why is it that one feels entitled to so much space


While the other doesn’t quite want to be noticed,


Why this disparity –


Why do we impose, or not want to?

Is it out of regard for the other person

Or a more self serving capacity

Why is it that we shovel and grove,

And spite to get hold of the other.

by Shiva Sharan

Nostalgia

We were both young and old,

Both at the same time.

A distant sense of a connection unknown,

Found its way,

Amid fleeting times

The world, an oasis out there

Both in the literal and in the metaphorical sense,

Starts ringing through,

As we brace ourselves

And head towards the union,

Of past and present lives

Connected and intertwined as one.

The drums start beating,

And the trinkets start humming,

As we bear testimony

To a hundred fleeting glances.

The poets and the sages,

The young and the old,

The dreamers and the doers,

They’re all present, –

Willing to give it all,

Hoping to get some in return.

As the seas rise, and the skies open

A massive undertaking,

Of exponential order

Gets set in place

For the eons to continue.