Author: Sunil Sharma

Talking with a Phantom

Intense loneliness of a mother, pining for her son, in distant land, the USA, has been captured beautifully in this evocative verse by Sunil. Hullo! Yes…Sid? Hullo? How are you? Mama calling, my dear boy. Cannot you recognise my voice? Yes? Oh! Happy? Yes, me too. Hearing your voice…after so long. So, how is my daughter-in- […]

Summer Breeze…Musical

Sunil celebrates the summer breeze and looks into the hollowness of material glitz of Europe in travel brochures. Here’s a protest poem, rooted in urban sensibility, in Different Truths. Hear it sing! The breeze. It whispers In the sun-kissed meadows Outside the urban sprawl Of the buildings covered With exhaust residue, The wind sings a sonorous song Heard often in the summers of a romantic Europe. (Romantic Europe? Well, as per the glossy travel brochures and websites. Ads. – hide grim facts and economic ruins.) A kind of rustling of fine China silk Delicately arranged and the muted laughter On moon-lit nights In a boudoir of a French aristocrat Described so well by a Turgenev or Balzac Or perhaps other masters as well But who cares these days? The wind creeps in behind the solitary watcher Startling him with a scented presence In that lonesome meadow Near a strip of dying river Already yellow-faced and gasping Due to the debris choking its innards… The rushing of a rapid divine breath on the floor of the Woodlands, scattering the leaves in varied directions […]

Talking with a Phantom

Here’s an evocative poem from Sunil. Hello! Yes…Sid? Hello? How are you? Mama calling, my dear boy. Cannot you recognise my voice? Yes? Oh! Happy? Yes, me too. Hearing your voice…after so long. So, how is my daughter-in-law, grandsons? Oh! They have forgotten me. All of them. I am good! USA? No. Not interested in […]