A high-touch archive of pieces, sketchbook, and anthology.

I am not a writer, not an artist, not an achiever in any way.
not somebody who fits into any category the society understands.
Still discovering who I am, who I might become, and whether I ever can grow into something meaningful.
This platform holds traces of my learning and unlearning journey, an attempt to understand myself through the poems and pieces that I share.
If you are here, you are simply witnessing fragments of my journey.

Pieces

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Behind the smile
I was smiling through the veil of angst,
My feet were stuck, my fists were clenched.
I wore a coating of warm and bright,
My insides were cold, indulged in fight.

I lifted my face, eyes were gleaming,
My gut was wrenched, my heart was bleeding.
I joked around, chortled at my own pun,
My soul was screaming, my mind was numb.

I put on a facade for all those years,
Hid unbearable pain, blinked back unshed tears.
Everything would be fine one day; I thought,
But a part of my mind was a blind spot.

Stagnant were the buried, or so I believed,
Yet ripples arose, for I never truly healed.
Am I going to be that child again? I questioned myself.
Or 
Am I ready to be vulnerable and ask for help?

Will I survive this storm’s unstoppable cadence?
Can I move past my past, just this once?
Will I ever look in the mirror and say those words;
That I love myself and it no longer hurts?

Will the day ever come when I need no mask?
Will what lies behind no longer stay in the dark?
Will I let my guard down and lower my defense?
Will my smile be a smile again and not a pretense?
-komal sharma

Apr 3, 2025

Unlocking ‘the caged’ past
Standing behind the door,
Eerie silence and distant roar.
Unhealed pain of the past, knocks when triggered, longing to be free,
Fear is the obstacle and strength is the key.
Unlocking it means some more pain, unsure of permanent healing.
Letting go of the caged breaks ages-old scars with no ill feelings.
A journey inward, where shadows reside,
Facing the storm with no place to hide.
Through the cracks, light softly streams,
Guiding the way to forgotten dreams.
The door creaks open, the past takes its leave,
In the quiet, a soul begins to believe.
-komal sharma

Feb 6, 2025

Intertwining my fingers with yours,
Cessation of cries
Learning the art of reaching your soul
Through the passage of eyes.
-komal sharma

Sep 9, 2024

Sketchbook

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Anthology

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A War Within, A War Without

Dec 5, 2025

A War Within, A War Without

Anthology

If ever arises the situation of war in front of my eyes, If I ever find myself still breathing till sunrise, I'd want to be a part of it before last goodbye, I'…

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