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Sharanya Sarkar
Aug 06, 2021
In POEMS
my original wonder the smell of paper and ink the carpeted floor on which my feet were planted for hours backbones against the metal bookcase scavenging through series stuffing handfuls of books into a tote my mind jumping into the ocean with mermaids casting winter spells on the tip tops of glimmering castles imagining a purple sky with seafoam clouds and turquoise stars toes twirling through the page’s atlantis as my eyes transfer the printed words into multiverses of infinite worlds all this adventure packed into one building stepping out through crystal glass doors down the earthy cement stairs reminded me the sky was still blue childhood escape from reality summers passed on and the buildings were replaced shelves ripped off the floors, carpet decimated as the internet’s importance surged people’s feet strayed from the store and towards their delivery trucks even some chose screens over paper to read that one never really never made sense to me sometimes driving by what used to be worries me that others drive by the same wondering where their beloved institutions filled with thousands of temporary adventures are going
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Sharanya Sarkar
Jul 29, 2021
In POEMS
those animals you visit at the zoo swooning over their beauty and unfamiliarity parts of them live where we can’t protect them when we’re not obsessing over how adorable they are we aren’t even thinking about them our actions hurt far more than just us every time we pollute the air and burn those forests down there’s no space for them to go nowhere to hide like we can hide in our temperately conditioned abodes they’re probably wondering why they can’t see the stars as clearly as they once did they have no way to tell us with the "insignificant" temperature change they suffer we only realize when it’s too late when the sign 'endangered' is labeled on them if we’re lucky
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Sharanya Sarkar
Jul 22, 2021
In POEMS
intrigued by the thought of a “better life” they hurried and rushed packing themselves up straight to the new country a single faceted dream they had they were greeted by difficulty working 9-5s that pull down their smile do it all for family they work till they drown but anything to keep those kids happy as the little ones roll dice and move game pieces with that glimmering hope in their laughter they’re emptying out their pockets looking for money that isn’t there minimum wage isn’t enough somehow not even enough to pay rent how do you survive in a continent that seemingly pushes you to fall below you were so sure that moving here was the right choice. they create a beautiful mirage of something that is unattainable by the average american unfortunate how societies like ours are so indulgent in being superior in whichever way possible that they aren’t resourceful enough to their own people we’re pushed so far apart the definition of an american dream becomes a blurred line what what even is the american dream when there’s been borders all our lives
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Sharanya Sarkar
Jul 15, 2021
In POEMS
glaring into the mirror frantically wondering how to fix those scars tiger stripes red bumps across the skin less weight on the scale dark under eye bags whatever we convinced ourself was making us ugly without realizing the true ugly stood right within our own hatred eyes staring thumbs scrolling miles and miles on a screen with a smile telling us those things we hate about ourselves is so beautiful that we should acknowledge these things as our beauty but we can’t be beautiful all the time, can we? one thing we are all the time: human. those things you hate about your face your body makes you human every action every feeling every little mark on your skin so purely human people who interest our brains and hearts we know they’re not beautiful all the time but they’re just as alluring treat yourself like someone you fall in love with like those plants you water everyday knowing they’ll grow into something with great purpose the shape of the plant is of no interest to us the packed power is what we care for so stop beating yourself up over something that is just a sign of your process remnants of all your struggle, triumph, journeys, stories all those “imperfections” are making you who you are today so why not be proud?
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Sharanya Sarkar
Jul 09, 2021
In POEMS
our brave travelers of history exhausted from feeling trapped crafted the mayflower to carry them and their vigor to someplace new in hopes of living freely unsure of their adventure they unknowingly set the foundation of a life we have revolutionized two hundred forty-five years ago our fathers stood as one claiming our country as its own breaking away from the clutches of control today we stand diversely culturally, religiously, spiritually embracing our differences and celebrating our country’s birthday and thinking of those who fought for us who did the hard work so we didn’t have to they truly are just like our parents. those men who sat through debate after debate to perfect the first document that defined us as a country those people who rebelled, constantly advocating for justice despite the obvious consequences but competently pushing us forward we honor it all our treasure our liberty our individuality our independence
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Sharanya Sarkar
Jul 01, 2021
In POEMS
as we walk home from school everyday the immediate need to stay on top of your work fills your mind your hands constantly recording information we see on screens to paper for hours and hours until it’s an endless cycle when it’s all said and done that feeling when you wonder if there’s something you’re forgetting you are. we forget them the most all these beautiful objects, events, and people in front of our eyes tangible but temporary too busy to realize we haven’t taken care of who stays with us forever like the king and his four wives we cannot afford to make his mistake of neglecting the one thing that follows him to his grave although we may think we have our whole lives ahead of us what’s life without nurturing your soul as you go on? some like to consume substances to forget their rage some like to stare at people acting on screens to forget their work but how long can they forget? distractions distractions they don’t stay with us like our spirit does it likes to stand over our shoulders hesitant to tap our shoulder and ask why we never give ourself a break just how our ears and nose grow with us it grows with us too so give them a hug and take care of them because all they care about is you
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Sharanya Sarkar
Jun 23, 2021
In POEMS
when i ask them if they’re okay why is their first response always “yes” as if they don’t throw out their untouched plate of food every night when their mother isn’t looking as if their heartstrings aren’t dragging them back into bed every time they gain a glint of motivation to get up as if they don’t stare into the ceiling looking for something that’s more more than just the daunting void staring back at them our society our households taught us to be this way us taught that our feelings are weapons against ourselves “to be vulnerable is to be weak” they say as the fear of being weak has been eating us up our whole lives eating him up the same emotionally distant fathers are those same little boys who cried when they had a bad day at school but were robbed of their safety of expression as soon as they walked through the house’s front door scolded by mothers who reminded them to man up but to be man mankind is to feel our minds were clean slates when we were new to this world despite all the scratches and fractures to it we have now we have a chance at ensuring that new clean slates feel. openly and wholeheartedly that's how the seeds of our society will flourish
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