Like the curve of a river and a sinuous stream
Mostly resplendent, at times reserved
That nigh-smile of yours at near-start of day when our eyes are par-open
A belief so firm, a faith so divine
Like nary a trouble stood near our room
Or even miles from it
My fears allayed, my rationale swayed
My faith grows with the curve on your lip
Why would I need an altar, when I know grace lay next to me--
In the calmest of streams, at the crack of dawn
Oh, more like the Pangong Lake you visited
So serene and yet so spirited
Like a bottomless pool of divinity
A place no fear can lay its eyes.
Mornings are my favourite,
For they have your smiles as big as the skies.
Author Bio:
Ashima Sharma works for The Times Group in Mumbai, a metropolis and a port city teaming with people and opportunities in an ever growing India.
As a strategist, she often wondered if that type of writing would ever make her happy. In an odd stroke of luck, she married a poet, who made her happier than she could imagine. Thus, she decided to begin writing creatively.
Her maiden poem is about the reassuring smile she sees on her husband's face while he is still asleep. She gets up moments earlier than him only to see that expression.
Mostly resplendent, at times reserved
That nigh-smile of yours at near-start of day when our eyes are par-open
A belief so firm, a faith so divine
Like nary a trouble stood near our room
Or even miles from it
My fears allayed, my rationale swayed
My faith grows with the curve on your lip
Why would I need an altar, when I know grace lay next to me--
In the calmest of streams, at the crack of dawn
Oh, more like the Pangong Lake you visited
So serene and yet so spirited
Like a bottomless pool of divinity
A place no fear can lay its eyes.
Mornings are my favourite,
For they have your smiles as big as the skies.
Author Bio:
Ashima Sharma works for The Times Group in Mumbai, a metropolis and a port city teaming with people and opportunities in an ever growing India.
As a strategist, she often wondered if that type of writing would ever make her happy. In an odd stroke of luck, she married a poet, who made her happier than she could imagine. Thus, she decided to begin writing creatively.
Her maiden poem is about the reassuring smile she sees on her husband's face while he is still asleep. She gets up moments earlier than him only to see that expression.
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