Posted in Personal, Poetry


you calm my soul

I couldn’t deny the bond growing between us,

Pulling me gently, slowly, then all at once.

Falling victim to affection was known as vulnarability to me.

But being strong all this time, I wanted to be vulnerable this once. 

Even if meant baring parts of me I’m protecting from the world.

But I trust your soul, I see that inside your eyes,

The eyes that tell me of the innocence within.

You could not hurt me, you don’t want to.

I know this from the way you hold me, the way you seek.

What are you searching for? I’m trying to reach,

Reach out for the feeling of your skin on mine, in the simplest way.

How I feel your hand brushing with mine,

And the grab of them when you want to oppose.

I feel it joining with me, making one of the matter.

You sense the rawness of it? Or are you seeking comfort too?

Like I do. 

When I hear your voice, its rolling down my skin and in my soul.

Oh how I feel the words dancing on my bare body,

They are whispering a different story to my skin.

And I lost the track of what you say but its soothes me.

Soothes the desperate cries for the love I deserved

Just keep talking, I’m listening it all.

Let me smell the parts of you, you think you burned.

Ashes and water, I’m craving for it.

As I’m calmed by them, your scent.

I find pleasure in being yours, being owned by you.

You calm my soul darling, you calm the roar.

But how I’m finding a way to reach for your roar.

Give me that privilege.

For if you want to merge, its both me and you, together.

© Nimisha Sharma

Posted in Poetry

Denouement (Resolution of a mystery).

​His eyes taught me how deep are things. 

His smile taught me how warm is contentment. 

His smell taught me how things are felt. 

His laugh taught me how rich is happiness. 

His walk taught me how graceful is motion. 

I admired from far and learnt things new. 

But when he spoke in words I learnt how pain is felt, 

how some hearts do beat yet they do not feel.

©Nimisha Sharma

Posted in Review

How I felt about watching currently the most sensational show on Netflix ❝13 Reasons Why❞

Sure when something is going mainstream among your generation, you are bound to be either curious or totally neglecting about it. Type A is exciting folks, Type B is people like me.

So, I, being a stereotypical nerd with exams, decided to ignore the hype for a while. Lest, say for the rest of the popularity. Like I had my own few reasons to not watch the show-

1. I had my annual, high school – senior year exams.

2. I don’t go after anything mainstream.

3. Selena Gomez was a part of it (I’m definitely the judge here).

4. I unsubscribed from Netflix.

5. Narcos was my priority over it because I already denied watching 2 seasons of it. Apologies to my enthusiastic friend and gratitude too.

6. The show was rumored to be triggering. Anything that has to do with depression, suicide, etc., I have to think a thousand times about associating with it.

7. It was obviously a teenage drama and I’m more of a sci-fi, action and mystery person.

8. My mum would have killed me if I watched it in one go. And you exactly watch everything in one go if you want to get the feel of it.

9. I didn’t think the cast was even talented enough (Boy, was I wrong about that).

10. I didn’t read the book so I was totally clueless about the greatness of it.

11. I had to decide and think about my own career, college and life after my annuals. Talk about priorities but procrastination.

Okay, I’m not trying to make 13 of my reasons for not watching it. Still, I watched that’s why I’m writing about it. And I finished it fresh. Why I changed my mind? One reason, vacations that led to boredom and so much extra time that even the tardy would start to be punctual. Anyways, the point is my opinion of the show.

Initially it was gonna be settled in one season that composed of 13 episodes (duh!). Sounds exciting and easy. Not so much when you actually get to it.

Its about a girl named Hannah Baker who decided to end her life. But there is one strange thing she did, she made the tapes of 13 Reasons Why she did it. Each tape is one episode and our beloved Justin Foley, also Hannah’s first kiss, made it on the tapes; not once but twice. 

She left the tapes with her trusted friend Tony for a backup and also to Justin Foley, also tape number 1. Each person who listens to the tapes, passes them onto the next one on them until it reaches the last person. 

If any of them decides to stop passing them onto the next person, Tony would take care of it. Our hero has a backup.

First few episodes were kind of boring with the supposed teenage drama where you will dislike Hannah and judge her for what she did to her life. Surely, a few things here and there don’t make you wanna see the end of the razor on your arm. I’m saying that because, I, myself thought that she was just being unreasonable and all that happened to her was her fault.

But again, raincheck. Dude, seriously? She committed suicide and nobody deserves that. Its a big decision. And with all those pre- recorded tapes, you will either think that she wanted attention after her death (Like Justin and Bryce used to say) or you will think she was really suffering.

The tapes weren’t exactly her journal. She just wanted people to know why she did what she did and not judge her like they were already doing.

Like again – “How many suicides will it take for people to realize that words hurt?”

She was a new student, she made new friends, made some mistakes. One thing leads to another… Butterfly effect, and suddenly she was deep inside a mess. That she couldn’t handle or do anything about.

And the people who were supposed to be there for her like her best friends, betrayed her in the most high-schoolest way possible.

From Episode 1 of her first kiss to Episode 12 that led to a horrible incident, you will feel for Hannah. And the worst thing, she wasn’t offered any help, neither before or after. Her parents were too busy with their daughter’s future that they forgot to ask about her present. In this respect, I liked Clay’s parents better. They always looked out for his emotional needs.

Lesson – Parents really need to check their kids’ emotional needs before their material needs. 

Luckily, Hannah’s parents didn’t make it to the tapes. Pun intended.

One question might arise, if she made the tapes on all 12 people, why does Clay Jensen gets to be in the limelight. Well, his only fault was that he didn’t offer her love that could have saved her for a new start. The boy was innocent, but he still was a part of it. If only things could change. But he realised it too late; Hannah was gone and our lover boy was devastated.

Lesson- Just say it folks. Be honest to people you care about. Let them know you care. You don’t know what’s going on in their lives. Your words might make them feel wanted. 

But really, after Clay’s tape, you will start seeing the big harm that’s about to be done. Shit is going to get real peeps! And honestly, I didn’t have the heart to see the effect.

On the side note- You will see how the happy and vibrant faces from Episode 1 are going to look dreadful, like they have lost their light. That credit is on the direction. Each and everyone is effected. All their minds messed up. All of them being done wrong upon. Except one – Bryce Walker. He is just plainly the A-hole.

12 people, 13 tapes and one innocent person later you’ll realize what the mess man! This show will definitely meddle with your mind and you’ll be left with emotions about everyone. There are innocent deaths, ruined lives, devastated people, helpless others.. You just watched a complete emotional havoc.

And the bad news, you don’t know what has happened to Alex, one of Hannah’s ex-friends who made it to the tapes. Every person on the tape is either suffering or going to suffer. And you can’t know anything about it because before you realize, the season has ended.

Good news? On May 7 it was announced that there will be an Season 2. So that we can have justice for Hannah and everyone. We are happy 🙂 but messed at the same time. This show really effs up with the mind.

It shows about the daily struggles of normal kids, crushes, stereotypes, sexuality, parenting, love, promises, lies, cheating, conflicts, rape, etc. They couldn’t have depicted it better.

Some of my friends who already watched the show before I forced them to, concluded that this will make change. I’m glad atleast they can consider it. Nonetheless, we will have memes to let us remember the impact.

P.s. Everyone loves Tony and Jeff ❤ Just look at him.

On the aftermath, there is a little something I found on Pinterest to conclude about the show “13 Reasons Why”. I’ve seen people judging others for not watching the show. In their defence, the show indeed is triggering and has some graphic scenes that people with anxiety or other sensitivities should not watch. Its up to them. Don’t play the judge there.

Specifically, don’t be a reason for another Hannah Baker.

; Semicolon for when an author thinks to end a sentence but he decides not to.

Conclusion – Although it was heartbreaking, I loved 13 Reasons Why and the important message that Jay Asher gave out. This needed to be in light.

Posted in Poetry


But you were just my imagination

The person of my creative imagination,

Let me describe your indiscernible existence

In my life, even in the reality station,

You have me in your astonishing trance. 

Best portrayed with adjectives,

There’s the sauntering role of you

They have no idea about your motives

These disincentive people don’t know.

In my mind, inside my head,

The art of you is ostensible,

What I do and what I ever did,

For them it shouldn’t be enunciable.

It should be me and it should be you,

The limits shall there be perceived.

I don’t want to share any part of you

To them bodies, there’s nothing to be received.

No care in this world so small and restricted,

These are my boundaries that I’ve constructed.

Don’t let them in, don’t call them out,

I don’t have now nothing to worry about.

I’ve got you for myself, I don’t need them anymore.

They had their chance, I don’t give no more.

©Nimisha Sharma

Posted in Poetry

Their Demons

Be right here with me

Counting the span of your interests,
Keep changing, none did ever last,
You play with them, toss them away
Like the rythm in chest which beats so fast.

Won’t you filter out your wrong deeds?
Beloved throw away them, all bad memories.
For I’ll never let them be the seeds,
The foundation of the future trees.

Don’t let those voices rule your mind
Of the demons, we each have our own.
Do justice to your inner soul,
We always reap what we’ve sown.

Become a part of the air in my lungs
I’d need it till my last breath.
If I wanted to stop breathing now,
I’d want my days with you till death.

©Nimisha Sharma

When a wave shakes you hard. The outcome is always either good or bad. You turn into a bitter or a wise person. But you always have to choose the option which makes you stronger. Because time again, when the wave hits you again, you have to fight it. Always choose strong.


Posted in Poetry

Never Enough

But I went through

I grew, still the tree could more.

I learned, still the genius could more.

I saw, still the wanderer could more.

I fought, still the struggler could more.

I suffered, still the other could more.

I screamed, still the victim could more.

I cried, still the rain could more.

I died, but the dead couldn’t more.

©Nimisha Sharma

Posted in Poetry

Orison – Poem


​I sleep at night thinking about the stomachs unfilled,

The death of people that become the bodies,

The pain in hearts of those ones who get hurt,

The empty souls who didn’t get the love.

The darkest days they cover the light,

The struggling men, they who plea,

The ones who lost everything dear,

The innocent lives who live in fear.

I shut my eye and fill my lungs with the air of despair,

I believe in good, it all shall rise.

I have my faith there’s someone feeding the unfortunates,

In the peace that follows after they who died,

And the faith in the strength of the one who got hurt,

The hope still left for love for the soul that remained unspoken,

I know there will be a dawn that follows the dusk,

I believe in the prayers of the struggling men,

I’ll hope with belief that they all get answered.

For the ones who don’t have anything dear,

I’ll send my affection conveyed in my prayers.

For the ones who have had enough of wrong,

My heart calls out for you, you all stay strong.

To the ones who think they have no back,

I got you in my heart, this orison for help.

© Nimisha Sharma