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From inspirational to the seasons, to flora and fauna or spiritual, Seema Sharma from India, covers it all in the six poems we've featured here on ILA. Her poems have been saved for this feature, whether she was chosen as Poet of the Week or a Random "Editor's Pick" or most recently, as August Poet of the Month for her poem, "Winged Spirit", chosen by Mr. Steve Lyman, ILA Magazine Contributing Editor. "WINGED SPIRIT"

Let the wings of your imagination flutter
Let each fragment of yours
take the flight
to the acme...
Let each element of thy entity
mingle in the air
Embalming the clime...

Bound not your instincts
For imagination is like a bird
that keeps soaring
anywhere upwards
enjoying its freedom

Bare out your emotions
Let it roam freely
to find their abode
Maybe it would rest
on the pages
of your handbook
aesthetically decorated
For emotions have the cleverness
to capture what they see attractive
and make their place there,
to dwell eternally.

Cease not to be YOU, yourself
Think 'you' too, matter
of any restraints and obstructions
Salvage thyself
Untie and unshackle
the bars
if any...
with your will and power

Take the flight
Irrespective of the bars
For you are born to be free
and your imagination, too,
to fly beyond the blues
over the moon...
Let your aura enhance
and others' too
with your winged spirit,
keep soaring high
to the zenith
to the pinnacle of success!

Lighten up like a feather
Unburden your heart
Your imagination, unfettered!


Strolling through the garden,
one day, I sat pondering.
"How come this garden,
looks always fresh and green".
Curiously I inquired one of the nearby flower trees,
the same question that was on my mind.

"Who hath not endured some kinda pain?
Look at us,
We have borne the scorching heat for long;
Gale too, has become our foe.
Do we ever complain?",
Quoth the flower.
"Keep laughing like us,
During sun or rain."

"There have been times though,
Showers have granted us plenty.
Gentle breeze kisses our cheeks,
Now and then,
It's our pleasure to grow more beautiful,
Under its divine grace",
Beamed other flowers.
"Keep blooming like us,
During sun or rain."

Be it the night fall or the dawn,
Autumn or Spring,
We never fall apart.
We keep swinging with the hope.
If autumn comes, can spring be far behind?
"Keep smiling like us.
During sun or rain."
All the flowers sang together again.


I am a sunflower
I bloom when the sun shines on me
Making all happy with my presence
They say they love to see me in their sadness!

I have learnt to live in any odd situation
No gale, wind or any tempest can make me stop
I keep adhering to the boughs
I am the mightiest!

I know life is an amalgam of joys and woes
After cumbersome winter, there will come spring season

I keep smiling knowing how sorrows fade soon
Lots of joys will be replaced in your bosom

I endure, I wait but never ever
I cease to bloom
Sharing happiness is my desire
I consider it my privilege
given to me by The Almighty God!


Emotions burgeon in great deal
in the month of November
Myriad hues greet us
in our hitherto 'barren life'
Happiness proliferates
in abundance
As that the downpour
drenches the parched land
and satiates the environment

Hail, I hail thee!
November, thou art my kinda month
In thy presence
I wanna mingle myself
in fluorescent colors
quenching all my desires
blossoming as flowers
recovering my faded beauty
I wanna be one to one
with the scented air
that is felt in the clime
rejuvenating my all numb spirits

A palpable appeal
of mild coolness
O, I feel
as though
winter seems standing
at the threshold
When air kisses me on my forehead
an exuberance, a bliss it feels!
Such enchantment
O November, thou create
This heart sings a melodious song
and it keeps wafting
throughout the month

Like a phoenix
my expired spirits
are desirous of taking rebirth
nipping the mundanity in the bud
and relive this life each moment
I want resurrection!

Wish to live November
Till eternity!



Give me wings,
for I want to fly
beyond the skies and the earth
beyond thy surmise
I will soar high
with jubilation and mirth

My hitherto tethered spirits
will go maverick
highly enthused I am
will-power of mine
gets augmented

There lies a vast spectrum
Vista of the whole cosmos
lay bare
inviting me
with full vigor and zest

The tangerine hued heaven
seems like beckoning
I will be soaring high
and will meet my destination!


Look at the sprawling starry skies,
in the silence of the night:
Don't you see Hope twinkling
in the galaxies?
Each star in the firmament
conveys the similar story
in their mute or mild voice:
Hope remains!
'Abundance' of hope awaits
until the dawn arrives!

What if the darkness prevails for some more time
O man, wait some more time
For every dusk pave the way for the morning light
If winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

There might be some darkness though
But you can see the stars when there is enough darkness, so!
Then why to fret, grumble or whine!


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