Manjari Sharma
The Sun also Shines in Pakistan
Books by Manjari Sharma
My book is about the torture of being victims for one's colour or culture. The novel talks about how everyone is biologically and mentally connected to a star. The story talks two stories in parallel: one in which the Star- which happens to be the most respected star in society as well as a Pakistani also turns out to be world’s biggest criminal. While this part of the story talks about all the vicious crimes he committed and the terror he spread, the parallel
Night time routine
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Manjari Sharma in Poetry | Reads: 450 | Likes: 0
I wish that I could take that night back. I haven’t been able to sleep quite well since. That’s a lie. I’ve been sleeping a lot. I just haven’t been able to sleep peacefully. I’ve heard that if something troubles you a lot And you end up ignoring it while laying aw Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 01:13 PM
Pity party
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Manjari Sharma in Poetry | Reads: 723 | Likes: 0
Once, every other week, I like to throw myself one of these parties just to remind myself of my damaged state. It’s not out of a moment of hesitation Nor is it a dilemma or a state of confusion. Make no mistake, I’m not looking for solutions Or trying to figure out life but that’s Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 01:12 PM
I’m sorry, but I don’t double date with love
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Manjari Sharma in Poetry | Reads: 1,386 | Likes: 0
There are ones who fall too fastand I call myself one of those hopelessbecause what’s love if not love,what’s romance without the tragedyand what are youif never mine? but turns out, I change my mind pretty quickly,I wish you’d hurt me harder,I wish I could’ve hurt you lesser Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 01:11 PM
Don’t worry, it will never be alright.
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Manjari Sharma in Poetry | Reads: 560 | Likes: 0
We will be alright. We will dance, We’ll sing, It’ll be okay again But was it ever okay? To go back to a normal being, Normal has to exist on some plane But the truth lies On every line Is that I have always felt like this again and again. I have always had my tears on the edge of my eye Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 01:10 PM
Dear sunflower,
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Manjari Sharma in Poetry | Reads: 451 | Likes: 0
I’m sorry that you got walked over And I’m sorry that’s it’s true That now when you try to run again, You won’t be able to. I’m sorry that you realised that broken hearts and shattered glass Don’t just live in your nightmares But in this very cla Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 01:09 PM
Dead rose petals squashed inside a book
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Manjari Sharma in Poetry | Reads: 695 | Likes: 0
They say that when you a sing a lie more than thrice, Some part of your conscious believes it to be the new truth. Ironically, every time I told someone our story it became a little less of the truth. It became the sad old reality and the magic drained out. Simply of two people, once together and th Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 01:08 PM
Everything you don't want to hear
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Manjari Sharma in General Literary | Reads: 438 | Likes: 0
This is out to all those of you pissed at this world. Hear me loudly and hear me now. You’re really pissed, aren’t you? Not just because everyone seems to be screaming out To help this planet but also throwing around their garbage. It’s not just how feminists are supposed to be ext Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 01:08 PM
11th grade lessons
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Manjari Sharma in General Literary | Reads: 407 | Likes: 0
I understand what numb feels like now. Numb isn’t not feeling pain, It’s being so used and abused by that pain With every single blade that the silver hits just like the skin. The blood that runs through the veins of the blade, the skin and knife so indifferent. It’s feeling like i Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 01:05 PM
Jim Jam
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Manjari Sharma in Poetry | Reads: 494 | Likes: 0
It’s hard for me to say that I find my body worthy Of fitting in a crowd where I can show it off. I find it weird to leave my stomach uncovered Because that’s all I’ll be thinking about when talking to someone Or riding my shorts too high when I meet your eyes. You see, losing a fe Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 01:04 PM
seventeen
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Manjari Sharma in Poetry | Reads: 754 | Likes: 0
Listen. I’m seventeen. I’m meant to be a contrast of knowledge. I’m meant to know very little about the real world But I’m assumed to speak too much. I’m supposed to be reckless, running around dark parking lots But I also sit in my room stressing out about college. I&r Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 01:03 PM
Feminism isn’t right
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Manjari Sharma in Poetry | Reads: 409 | Likes: 0
Hi, I’ve to make a confession cause I don’t think it’s right If I mislead you with my introduction right in the first line So hey, I’m a woman but no, I’m not a feminist and yes, I want rights but apparently I don’t have the right to speak up yet. I’m very k Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 01:01 PM
little palms
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Manjari Sharma in Poetry | Reads: 439 | Likes: 0
You wield the power to change her into a monster. You hold her hands tightly with yours and she Can either feel the softness of your palms Or your clenching fingernails. You can change your gaze into a softening one Or one that can cause those same nails to dig into her palms. She tells yo Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 12:59 PM
but my mom says
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Manjari Sharma in Poetry | Reads: 659 | Likes: 0
They ask me why I’ve gotten such a big mouth for a lady And too thin of a stomach for a girl. They question my hair, picking it apart strand by strand I wish I could scream back at them, “Beware, this is a no man’s land.” These legs weren’t silked for you to trace along Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 12:58 PM
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