Kaaneyaadaaga kandaddu /

It feels like Sharmila has handpicked the pearls of alphabets fallen around when a suffocated mind hugs a pillow tight with a lit candle in her hand and turned into a beautiful necklace. Free kites pulled and tied together by her beautiful thought strength , magically turned into a lantern flying back up in the air to go far away , far enough to seem like a mirage and the suddenly you feel she has abruptly laughed it all off and let you stay with all you experienced when you went along holding the hands of her poems.These poems took me into those paths which I had never realised that are essential for me in my life, but suddenly left me in the midway and told the path thereafter is completely mine. You will lost and then you feel found while one of the lines from the poem just flashes in a corner smiling right at you. Some other lines will come up in your mind when you are in the middle of a random hassle in your hustling life. Such are these poems which will stay with you for years and years.She might give a million different pen names to her poems. But amidst all of them, Ican always see a woman with self awareness, a strong awakened sentimental woman .Her strength and sentiments are her way of life -her daily voice of feminism. If you feel lost when you trustes the path which life took you in, the voice that makes you feel found are her poems. That is why, every time she says that she has written something, I feel like stopping the clock!These poems are non-judgemental, just like her. There are no questions, definitelyno answers. Just a spark of overview and the rest is upto you.