Biography of Nikunj Sharma
Alive....I think so.
Nikunj Sharma's Works:
Someday I shall....write a book too
Nikunj Sharma Poems
Wrapped carefully in words, feelings travel across the miles. Edgy fingers; wait to kiss the heart of keyboard, mindful of space bar.
# # Let Her Not Sacrifice Anymore.....
Branches reaching out for us Extended arms in embrace Birds nesting everywhere She stands tall with grace
Bubbles surface; disrupt the calm The mind can't find, the key to the heart's vault, where desires tempests echo.
! ! ! After! ! !
One day when the sun shall rise and the world's short of a pair of eyes. Someone negotiates the price of wood in shambles.
.home Sweet Home
A sea of defunct toys Canvas of walls smeared with colors of joy; patterns of art;
My First Poem
My first words are forgotten Just as the first step I took years ago As the tire marks in the rear vision fail to attract anymore
May smiles be the link; Between you and me. May smiles be the spirit. That sets us free
! ! ~~ Merry Xmas ~~! !
The wind carries soft whispers that winter has preserves for me. The morning sun opens its eyes, Rays struggle to see through the fog.
*** Dubai Debacle ****
The dentist's voice echoed from the valley of bicuspid. Unseen, insignificant roots that held ground so far,
@ ## Beyond ### @
I often sit alone and think, brood over and speak to myself. These small moments lift silence within the self, do help.I stay.
####edge Of A Dream#####
Soft hum dissolves into hypnotised air; That surrounds the sleeping angel. Sweetened breaths travel the nasal freeway; As the hum transforms into silent beats.
When you light a candle this year Capture the spark in your eye let it twinkle through the life like a star pasted in the sky
Burried in the pages, I struggle to breathe; Sticking my neck out half dead; From my grave a chapter half read
! ! ! ! ! ! ! Strings ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ...
Through the corner of her eye she catches me, fumbling with my blackberry's key. Taps on my shoulder; says, “ Pop - I am here”.
Long Live The Ice Cream
Restless spirits, fastest fingers;
Dreamy pursuits, even if the world lingers.
Silly games and salty pranks;
Who cares if our investment tanks.
They move ahead full steam;
Long live the Ice Cream
Home work chases, meaningful gazes;
Little glances through the colorful pages.