Heartfelt Compositions by Deborah Sharma

  A writers light By Deborah Sharma Is it our writing that improves or are we getting better at staying in divine silence, guiding us to listen to our whispering soul and unlock the secrets of our aching, passionate heart, pouring them both out from the hidden depths of magical mystery into poetic reverie? And as we speak with the true self, we suddenly flourish with new confidence to go forth in the world shielded by that supportive light that encourages us to articulate and express ourselves in every way.

  Shades of Autumn By Deborah Sharma Memorable September, I cherished your subtle energy, You smoothed the sharpness of harsh Summer Sun. Thank you compassionate September, for subduing Summer’s brutal burning and for cooling our profuse perspiration, whilst we marvelled at the miracle of lush green leaves transform into rich reds, golden yellows and bountiful browns. Enchanting September, I’ll miss the mellow kisses of your light breeze on my lonely cheeks as you playfully ruffled my hair. Make way for October’s dense dampness, as the final leaves shower dank path, my feet swim in a sea of leaves treading a soft scrunching carpet. Hugging ourselves in shivering chilliness that creeps under our skin, stealing into our bones under the fading warmth of October Sun amidst the shades of Autumn. - Deborah Sharma

    Let the Walls Crash down  By Deborah Sharma Mother, Wife, Daughter, Roles that I perform but my purpose is Me. My self-compassion is mistaken for undeserved self-indulgence, by a disapproving society screaming, “How dare you put yourself first” Still, I hesitantly open the lid of my box and gingerly peek outside into a new world that really isn’t new, it’s the same world filled with new possibilities. I’m stripping off the labels, bare skin melting with soft heart, I’m losing the layers, Let the walls crash down around me and free me from my stale confinement blossoming into untethered nourishment - Deborah Sharma