Heartfelt Compositions by Deborah Sharma

          MISSING By Deborah Sharma   As vivid colours drain from over-washed clothes, lackluster dullness seeped and bleakly froze our friendship’s once vibrant zeal, suffered melancholy of flattened appeal Like old paint chipping and peeling, flaking away at our heartfelt feeling, Once able to withstand any rift, we were forced to sail solo adrift I blamed the pandemic’s troubles, forcing us into segregated bubbles. I was going out of my mind in tears, I yearned to call but walls have ears We never had real privacy to talk, even afraid to venture out to walk. Falling into a meaningless rut, Angry grief salting my cut A single call when your dog died, but my indifference I couldn’t hide Its not that we came to dislike each other, more of an attitude of ‘why bother?’ We used to divulge every single fact in our tight-knit secret sisterly pact. Alas, with our free spirits chained, our natural rapport seemed strained, An unseen enemy ...

    You are not a vacation By Deborah Sharma You are always faithfully there, for people to openly share, their miserable troubles and woes, listening with compassion you chose Then isn’t it madly absurd, your own anguish is not heard? no one wants to patiently partake of your own wretched heartache They suddenly have no time too busy with life they chime to be the empathetic ear you need or the consoling comfort as you bleed You’re checked-in like a hotel, an accommodating motel, but you are not a vacation, or a pit stop gas station You deserve a reciprocated bond not forsaken or cheaply conned worthy of a true flame of your own and a wholesome heart that feels like home  

 

    Transition By Deborah Sharma In the midst of transition, lingering green leaves cling to Summers dynamic memory, with rustic red leaves on the crisp edge of pacifying Autumn, from an energy of vitality, winding down succumbing to restful repose.   Trees instinctively sense when to create and when to release. Do we know and follow, when it is our time to withdraw from activity and retreat into stillness of mind and body? Or do we drain energy with incessant movement and constant rumination?   Steady the restless mind –   contemplate with introspection on the wisdom of your season. Seek quiet sanctuary like that of a leafless tree, wherein lies knowledge and understanding Unshackled, thus transmute, do not renew, but become anew, in the light of peaceful regeneration, as trees know there is a season to create And a season to surrender