Neha Sharma’s Spectator: Literary Discourses With Aestheticism is a poetic journey through the chaos, beauty, and introspection of the human soul. Structured as a collection of reflective poems, the book explores themes of self-forgiveness, emotional conflict, hope, and transformation. With titles like “Did I Forget to Forgive Myself?” and “Let Go of Fear and Move Ahead,” each piece peels back a layer of personal struggle and spiritual growth, inviting the reader to stand as a quiet spectator to an intimate unveiling of the mind.

What struck me the most was the emotional authenticity threaded through Sharma’s writing. There’s something haunting yet comforting in the way she writes about failure in “Did I Forget to Forgive Myself?”. The repeated line “Did I forget to forgive myself?” doesn’t feel rhetorical—it echoes like a whisper we’ve all heard in our lowest moments. Another favorite, “Midnight Temptations,” blends surrealism and vulnerability with lines like “Neglected ones at Night resurrects, / Dwell in darkness Freedom abstract.” Her phrasing is bold and unusual, but it works—it catches you off guard, in a good way. Her use of metaphors is fearless, and while some are raw and jagged, others feel like balm to a tired heart.

A few poems, like “Crossroads,” try to tackle too many layers of meaning at once. Yet, there’s an undeniable charm in this unpolished honesty. Sharma’s voice doesn’t pretend to be perfect—it reflects a real, flawed, earnest attempt to grasp life’s contradictions. That messiness is part of the book’s soul. When she writes “Everything dark blossoms like lilac” in “Never Ever Look Back,” I actually felt that sentence. It’s weird, it’s offbeat, but it hits hard. It stays with you.

Spectator feels like a late-night conversation with someone who’s been through a lot but still manages to hold on to wonder. I’d recommend this poetry book to readers who appreciate emotional transparency, those who don’t mind a few rough edges in their poetry if it means getting something real. It’s for dreamers, journal-keepers, overthinkers—the ones who stare out train windows and wonder where the time went.

Pages: 54 | ASIN : B0DQKZ6VYW