Mukul Sharma
Writer, filmmaker
Bhilwada, Rajasthan, India

Mukul dreams of becoming a person who would represent art in all its beauty. Born in a country famous for its culture, breathing traditions and history in one nation. He takes pride in being a part of this culture as a person who would actively promote and contribute to the culture and development of art.

When it comes to joy, it is replaceable and still nonpareil, limited to the one— with a FADE IN and a DISSOLVE TO here and there; but, then returning to the initial pattern of joy and not hitting a FADE OUT till the narrative is finished.

We’ve parted ways; my heart is still filled with your belongings. I call you, heaven — if joy isn’t the definition of it, I don’t know what is.”
You’re so beautiful, inside and out; you Bewitched me with the way you carry yourself, your beauty is hewn perfectly by the almighty God which makes it tough for me to describe how exceptional you are, however; when I tried— I tried to praise you with all the honesty that resides in me; I just couldn’t resist to tell everyone that, your hair sing melodies, your eyes smile; your ears are scented with flowers, your face looks as fresh as the first light of dawn; there’s a gate to heaven in between your lips; your heart is my home, under your skin is my love for you and in your veins, my poetry is conveyed.

Even after writing about you, on most of my days, mostly everytime I take a pen in my hand; you remain undefined. I cannot tell people, how delightful you are even when what I always do is— sing your beauty; I cannot see you, I feel distorted with passion— your eyes are that sense of joyous power on which my art depends; I cannot listen to your curved lips scolding me— your face in anger is red and yellow wine to me.

Hold my hand, don’t let me go
There aren’t many left after me,
who would love you truly; not madly.”
I believe that loving is the only way to discover how badly one can be unloved.”


“Hatred has been my most preferred dish and if it’s going to be the same till I live, I’m sure I will taste spices my appetite can’t digest.”


**Chapter One— Alexa, please find Samaira
// Journal Entry //

“Whenever we meet the next time, make sure your fingers cover the gaps of mine; your lips throw lilies on my face, your smile makes me cry; your soul dances with my demons and your eyes fuck me to heaven.”


Mukul Sharma, Writer-poet
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Mukul Sharma
A storyteller at heart, Mukul Sharma has always lived through words, frames, and melodies. At 16, he was first published as a co-author in an anthology—an early glimpse of his lifelong bond with writing. His path soon led him to film school, where the guidance of remarkable mentors shaped his vision for cinema. He worked with several production houses, learning the rhythms of the industry from the inside out.
At 20, declining health forced him to step away from formal studies. Returning to his hometown, he refused to let circumstance dim his passion. Instead, he poured himself into independent projects, nurturing his art with resilience and devotion. Match cut to four years later—he continues to create, experiment, and hold his ground as an artist, keeping his voice alive through writing, filmmaking, and music.
Mukul draws cinematic inspiration from Alfred Hitchcock, Martin Scorsese, David Fincher, Andrei Tarkovsky, Satyajit Ray, Ram Gopal Varma, Rajkumar Hirani, Raj & DK, Neeraj Pandey, and Aamir Khan. His literary influences include Charles Bukowski, Franz Kafka, Harold Robbins, Jaun Elia, Ahmad Faraz, and Agatha Christie. In music, he admires Freddie Mercury, Bob Dylan, Eminem, Kurt Cobain, and Slash.
Reflecting on the paradox of being an artist in India—overflowing with culture yet often resistant to nurturing it—Mukul sums up his philosophy in a line he often repeats:
“I want to marry my art, but I live in a society where masterpieces are made just to be loved by museums.”

For him, art is not just expression—it is commitment, rebellion, and faith.
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