Thursday, 16 October 2014

Hey I'm back!

Hey, it's been a long time, hasn't it? Anyway, I'm back with a new book. First of all, I would like to thank RIGI Publications for giving me this opportunity to let you all read my new book. My book Ravenvale got published on 28th September and it was released on 5th of October.

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Thank you!
Peace out <3

Sunday, 3 August 2014

My dreams are the only place where I can live my life to the fullest. ♥
Isha Sharma

Sunday, 27 July 2014

I Am A Maladaptive Daydreamer

So I actually wrote this because someone asked me to write something special that it is in my life; something a lot of people don't know about me. So yeah here it is.

I am a maladaptive daydreamer (If you don't know what maladaptive daydreaming is or how it's caused. Search it up on Google; most of you are probably doing that right now). No one knows this; not even my parents. I never told this to anyone because I thought that they would think I am crazy but I'm not. Because I know they'll laugh at me and think that these are just some childish things but they're not. I am a maladaptive daydreamer and it is true. And yes there is a thing called Maladaptive Daydreaming.

I started daydreaming, maybe three or four years ago. And at first, it was normal. I mean, we all daydream, right? But soon it started becoming a habit and then it was really hard to let go. It was too late. (Not that I hate daydreaming. But it really depresses you. And no I am not depressed, I'm not going to kill myself! If that's what you're thinking. Please that's not me.)

Daydreaming is now a part of my life. And it's not just day to day girlish daydreams about a crush or about my perfect career but I daydream about a whole new world; my world. A world that I've made up in my mind and everyday it's getting really hard to stop these daydreams.

Sometimes I feel like daydreaming to me is both a curse and a blessing. I mean, when I daydream, I feel amazing. I feel free and I feel like everything is going to turn out the way I want it to. In my daydreams, I have these amazing friends; this beautiful life. Even though I still have my ups and downs in my daydreams (I mean if there are no ups and downs, you're not actually alive, right?) but still I love getting those butterflies in my stomach, I love going on big adventures and I love travelling the world, even if it's just in my daydreams. I love being myself and I love that in my daydreams no one judges me; no one treats me like I'm a piece of crap. (Not that people think that I am a piece of crap in reality. Well, there are some certain people I'm not going to mention. But yeah...)
But then again it's a curse too because I actually have fallen in love with people in my daydreams and that's making me depressed and antisocial every day because I know these daydreams are not going to come true; because I know I have to live the life that I have (It's not bad but then again it's not like in my daydreams). It's detaching me from reality. And sometimes I start worrying that one day I'm just going to lose myself, one day I'm going to be labeled as "A mad person."

But then again, If someone came up to me and gave me a choice to choose between my daydreams and my reality. I would choose my daydreams because that's the only place where I can actually live my life; not just survive. ♥
The only place I can really truly express myself and no one's going to laugh at me; thinking that I'm just being a child. 

After publishing this post, I'm probably going to get a lot of questions from my family or friends. So, I'm just telling this to you before you ask any questions, that I am not going to answer them and I don't want you to bother me with silly questions and witty remarks (And your guffawing). (Sorry.)

Saturday, 26 July 2014

Poem- Wonderland (Pt. 2)

Even though it was just a dream
Even though it wasn't real
I knew I had the power in me
To be strong and live without fear

Then I went out, I faced reality
But it wasn't like it was in my dream

I turned my back
To this hell of a place
I just wanted to go back
To Wonderland.

So I slept and tried to dream
but trying wasn't even working.

Suddenly I saw a shadow
A shadow of a bunny
The one that I saw
In the place where I was free

He jumped towards me, 
He lead me to Somewhere
A place that was real, A place called Wonderland

So it wasn't really a dream,
It was real, what I did was real
Coming back here just gave me 'the feels'

Now I know we can do whatever we want
We are invincible, we are free
Someday you will find Wonderland
You just need to believe.

Thursday, 17 July 2014

Poem- Wonderland (Alice Pt.1)

I waited and I waited
But no one came,                                                 Standing all alone,
In the blistering rain.

Tired of waiting, I took a step
But I fell down a hole,
I reached Wonderland.

I remember the stories of Alice
Her stupendous adventures
How brave and strong she was
How she stood first.

She defeated the Jabberwocky,
She defeated the evil
Could I be like her?
A hero, a leader?                                                                            
Lying alone, in this scary place
I lost all hope
But then I remembered fearless Alice
So I stood up.

I fought and I fought
And I finally achieved victory,
But suddenly I fell from my bed,
And realized it was nothing but a dream.

Tuesday, 1 July 2014

Starting the day with an amazing song!
Demi Lovato- Really Don't Care

 "But even if the stars and moon collide
 I never want you back into my life 
 You can take your words and all your lies
 Oh oh oh I really don't care"

Demi at LA pride parade
Cher and Demi - Really Don't Care

Saturday, 14 June 2014

The Girl In The Dark #3 (Fiction)

I had a crazy dream last night. It was more of a nightmare. I saw that little girl from the factory and she was trying to tell me something but then suddenly she caught fire. She burnt to death. I woke up and stared at the mirror for a while, trying to figure out what's wrong with me. I don't know why it feels like something is wrong with me. I got dressed and ran downstairs for breakfast. "Morning, dad." I said.
                        "Morning, honey! How was school yesterday?" He asked. He made me a grilled cheese sandwich. It's my favorite. "Oh, it was okay. Weird, actually. But okay. Well, dad, I gotta go. See ya!" I went outside, holding my sandwich in one hand and my bag in another. I walked to school from the same road, where I found that girl yesterday. But she is not here. Instead, it's completely empty. Not a single voice is coming, not even the sound of birds chirping. Suddenly, I feel so desolate. Should I go inside the factory to see if the girl's here? I start towards the factory gate but then suddenly I realized that I'm getting late for school so I turned away and walked to my school. I'll go see later when I come back.
                       "Hey!" The same girl who ate my sandwiches came and sat beside me in class. "I didn't get a chance to introduce myself yesterday." Yeah, because you were eating my sandwiches. "My name's Vanessa." She said. "Oh well, nice to meet you Vanessa." I said not even looking at her. I'm going through a book I bought yesterday. A book on this place's history. "What are you searching for?" She asked. "Well, there's a factory I saw yesterday and I..." "That freaky factory in that freaky alley?" She sounds astounded. I  nodded. "What do you wanna know about it?" "I just wanna know what happened. What exactly happened there?" I asked. Then she told me the whole story. She told me that two years ago, something went wrong in that factory and a lot of people died. When I asked her about the owner of the factory, her answer horrified me. "Well, see the owner had a six or seven year old girl. So they both died in the same factory in that fire" She said. "You won't believe it but..." She whispered. "people say that the girl's ghost still lingers in the factory. That's why no one goes there. Whoever tried to make something new in the place of that 'broken-down' factory couldn't do anything. Something happened to every one of those people who tried to destroy that place." My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. If this girl Vanessa is telling me about is the same girl I saw. Does that mean....I saw a ghost?

© Isha Sharma

Sunday, 11 May 2014

Mother (A poem dedicated to my mom)

So first of all Happy Mother's Day! A mother is a very important person in everyone's life. She always supports you and is always there to make you happy. So, this Mother's Day I decided to write a poem on Mother. This is dedicated to my beautiful mom and all the mothers out there :)

Who brings out the best in you?
Who doesn't always need you to prove?
Because she knows that you'll shine
Who has always been by your side?

It's your mother, who loves you more than anything,
It's your mother, who give you everything
She doesn't always get anything back,
So just take this time to tell her
That she'll forever be in your heart.

Whenever you cry,
When you think that suddenly nothing is right,
Your mother is always there,
To make it alright.

Times can be hard,
It may even feel like all the hope is lost.
But your mother will always be there to support you,
She will always be there to hold you.

Right now, You may not understand it.
You may not realize how important she is,
But just tell her, before it's too late,
That you love her and that she is the reason
for this stupendous life you have.

Saturday, 10 May 2014

The Girl In The Dark #2 (Fiction)

                       Although I know there was no one there, but still I had nightmares. Nightmares about the voice of that girl. It wasn't scary or anything but I think she was trying to tell me something. I know it was just in my head but I take these things seriously. When I was little, my mom used to tell my dad that she heard things and had visions (I loved eavesdropping back then). So this kind of concerned me. My dad started to think that my mom was going crazy but she was really serious and I kind of believed her. I still believe her even though I know she's not here. So, 'My mom having visions and hearing things' led to a big fight between dad and her. For a moment, I actually thought that they were gonna get a divorce. But then, mom, being the brave woman she was, handled situations perfectly and never talked to my dad about such things. She told him that he was right and that she stopped having visions and all. But it was a lie. I knew she was still hearing and seeing things she wasn't supposed to see/hear. She used to write about them in her diary which I read a  few years ago (She gave it to me, I didn't steal it.) She wrote about a girl that she saw, and that she(the girl) was trying to ask mom for help. But she(mom) never could figure out what that girl was trying to say. She never had the chance.
          Anyway, I tried to figure out what I heard but I couldn't. All I could make out was a sound of a crying cat. Which is not really helping. Suddenly, I got really angry. It's just that when I can't figure out something I really wanna figure out, I get angry. "Hey Patricia, you didn't have a problem coming back home alone, did you?" Dad asked while we were eating risotto. "I wasn't really alone." I ate in a huff. "What? Something going on?" He asked. "No, nothing." I replied. "Okay." "Okay."
                        After school, I went through the same alley. This time, I stopped and looked around. Well, nothing is there. Nothing 'interesting' though. There's a big factory on the left side, it's kind of closed. I mean, it looks like there was a fire. A long time ago. Ah, boring. Maybe it 'was' really in my head. I am crazy. I turned away from the factory and looked over to the streetlight. A little girl was sitting there, with a stuff toy in her hand. She was smiling but there were tears in her eyes too. I walked over to her.
                     "Hey there!" I smiled. She looked at me and smiled back. "What are you doing here alone? Where are your parents? Where do you live?" I asked. She pointed at the factory. "You live there?" She nodded. "With your parents?" I asked. She nodded again. Freaky! "Well, umm, then I guess I should go. Nice to meet you. Oh yeah, right, I am Patricia and you are?" I thought she wasn't going to say something but she did. "Anna." "Well Anna, Take care. And don't stay out too late. Your parents must be worried."
                    It's kind of weird. I think she was just playing with me. I mean who would wanna live in a factory, let alone a fire-damaged factory? There is something amiss about that girl. 

© Isha Sharma

Sunday, 13 April 2014

The Girl In The Dark #1 (Fiction)

Today is my second day of school. Me and my dad, we just shifted to Milwaukee. We used to live in LA with my mom but then she died a few months ago. My dad thought that we needed some space from our old house so we came here. It's not a bad place but it's really hard to fit in here. I haven't made any friends yet. Well, except Alex. Alex is a horse. He is a white Friesian horse. 
                          "Patricia! You ready for school?" My dad came in singing. "Yes dad. I am so excited!" I replied sarcastically. Dad started the car. "Patricia! We're getting late." I took one of my mom's photos and slipped it into my jacket. "Dad, can I walk to school from tomorrow?" I asked him while getting into the car. "Why, you don't like my driving?" He asked. I stared at him solemnly. My dad isn't the perfect driver. We've got like many dents in our car. And I was only responsible for one of them. What? There was a cute guy walking on the sidewalk.
                          "Okay. Fine." He finally replied. "But if something happens, call me, okay?" I nodded and wore my headphones. Listening to 'Fifteen' on the second day of sophomore year, just pacifying. We reached to school. "Wait...aren't you forgetting something?" Dad asked when I was about to get out of the car. "No." I replied. Oh right...I gave  him a kiss on his cheek. "I hope nobody saw that." I said under my breath. 
                         My school isn't that bad except it's really mysterious. Sometimes I feel like i'm in the Vampire Academy. These people, they are so intimidating. As I already said, I don't have any friends (except Alex). So, I was practically sitting all alone the whole lunch time (With my sandwiches). Well, not until that girl came into the picture.
                        "Hey, you're the new girl, right? Patricia something..." A girl took the seat beside me. Then she took one of my sandwiches and started eating it without my permission. "I think you're suppose to ask before taking someone's else's things." I said. "What, they don't teach you manners in this school?"
                       "Oops, sorry, Can I eat?" She asked after finishing two of my sandwiches. "Yeah, sure, why not? You must be really hungry. I mean, after all I am the one who ate two double sized sandwiches." I replied. She stared at me in vexation and then finally said "You know, this is why you have no friends. You're really mean." Yeah, sure. But I still apologized and then we moved on with our lives. Or you could say, moved to English Lit class. After school was over, I got really tired of waiting for my dad. Then, suddenly I got a text. 'Sweetie, I won't be able to come. Problems at work. Could you walk home? Sorry. Be safe.' And that's how quick people desert me. Well I'm glad I don't have to suffer his driving again.
                      The passageway between my house and my school is kind of scary and dark. I walked all alone through that dark alley. Everything was really quiet. I started listening to "Numb" as I walked slowly like a scaredy -cat. Suddenly, I heard something (No, it wasn't Chester). I think I heard the voice of a girl (No, Not Chester!). Maybe it's just in my head. I didn't care much about it and walked back home. 
© Isha Sharma