By Dr. Shailja Sharma
All special things are costly
There is a charge every time You run a transaction to buy a bit of you The smiles and the laughs The tears and the grudges The feelings and the thoughts Whether you share them Or house them in the heart You pay the price and It’s quite expensive to be even a bit of you In the big market by humans If you don’t participate in the chain of Supply and demand You pay the cost For being you It is all right to pay though All special things are costly So is each bit of you
This Moment flows and flows
A hiccup stuck for ages Fire crackers in daylight A stirring was needed A spatula of time To spread the moment In its due space Not a dime more Nor a penny less Just this moment From the heart to The Universe Watch: This moment flows and flows.
Not a word beyond Nor a sigh behind You-just you Me-only me In a moment of time Under a shady tree In the speck of light Romance with the Gods Romance of living a life Beyond all lives A time beyond all times Of right now Just here.
Previously published in Literary Yard
Shiny porous skin and eyes full of story. Sun's sweet heat glowing on its loose graveled face. Rainwater resting in its pits like the sweat of a playful child. The branchy mango tree-- its braided hair. My street. Only laps away from the Mini-Market where flavors of childhood were sold. Now a parade of unfamiliar vendors walks with the upgraded fruit. Stressed birds flutter around unopened newspapers. The innocent street has new owners. The playgrounds were taken away. Some memories are buried under new construction. Play must be happening somewhere else now. Or not. Mothers worry little ones could get lost on busy streets. Just as small streets get lost in a big world.
The Golden Ball
The sky's golden ball melts into crimson ink like a pomegranate splashing on a baby’s face. The setting-sun pauses life by moving all trams, trucks, dreams, and desires back to their origins. The sky is then tucked under a dark blanket with star-shaped pins, and all life rests. The gold ball rises up again and peels the dark sky until a new day is born.
Dr. Shailja Sharma (Ph.D.), Texas, USA, has dedicated her career to the field of psychology and mental health. Apart from her scholarly publication and editorial service, Dr. Sharma’s poetry has been nationally and internationally published in peer-reviewed literary journals, literary magazines, and radio-shows. She is currently serving on the editing panel of a UK-based journal of poetry and artwork related to themes of mental health, health, illness, the mind, the brain, and the body. Dr. Sharma’s publications have appeared in many literary journals/forums of repute across USA, Canada, UK, and Asia. Dr. Sharma’s English poetry books, “Dear Mama: An Immigrant’s Secret Cry,” and “The She in Her,” are selected by Pittsburgh-based, Setu Publications, a peer-reviewed, merit-based publication. Her poetry books on mental health are lined up for publication in 2022. Her foreign language poetry books are scheduled to be published this year.