Tuesday, December 28, 2010

On the Top ..You are My Friend...


ON THE TOP

I smiled ..to see you smiling ....

I felt..that I have never felt before.....

Friends are not only for gossiping....

but ...

for missing tooo

If this is the pain..of missing you...

I love no medication....

Your soft smile shall cure...

the most painful scars......

Those evenings and those late nights....

had a different breeze to be felt....

Your way of being funny...

but

still my way of liking you....

made us ....

the colors of Rainbows.......,

the butterflies..in the garden.....,

the Deers grazing in the woods.....,

the stars dancing up above.....,

the beetles...walking in the leaves........,

the clouds voyaging together......,

..........On the top............

THE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER.....


Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini "

Kathmandu,Mitrapark

December 28 at 2:22pm

Ohhhhhh Its ...

28th December.

SAVE BIRDS, TO SAVE MOTHER EARTH

Saturday, December 18, 2010

" The Highland Love"

[ I wrote this poem on my way up to Indian Hills.....so want to dedicate it to Uttarakhand's high Himalayas]

11:18 am , June 23rd ,2009,

Josimath, Uttarakhand , India

" The Highland Love"

The Damsel with the verdent moss-quiet-turf-clad...

high on the Earth ,stretches her slender arms...

to the glittering horizon..drive me so crazy and mad...

i go...Every creeping wild lilacs that articulate...

and adorn her , make her perfect beauty to blossom...

the misty veil..that hides her charm, to let..

us float in the crooks of curiousity...

the fruits of pines that hangs to and fro..

the woods that forms a complex tapestry...

adds the flavour, the rustling wind that blows..

carry away her whisper down the valley...

divinely lay that the birds twitter ...

make her beauty ..Spell-bound..

the cascade of the springs..that seems...

a lock of hair that curls down...

those rhododendron..forms vermillion on her forehead...

don't you feel, that it tantalizes you...???

the natural charisma, divine beauty and her timid hue...

...don't you feel..that you fell in love???

with nature-A perfect highland Love.........

- Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel " Hridayaninadini"

Naturally Nepal

Illusion


" ILLUSION"

I walked and passed by the girl...

She was merely smiling...

I saw her head ..bend down...

She had her own story to cry out...

I walked and passed by the crowds...

They were racing to get the way...

doors were closed....but they moved on...

Yelling..Howling..and Unpleasant Shout...

I walked and passed by the buildings...

Proudly standing aside and laughed at me...

"You ,all ,are of stones...we can feel and see...

....You are artificial....hollow..empty and stout..."

I walked and passed by the mirror..

there I saw....thousands of thoughts and pieces of me...

Unpleasant smiles..Mock face and..tides of sea...

Illusion...illusion and illusion......cried out...


[ This was what i felt when i walked on the streets of Kathmandu ]



Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel " Hridayaninadini"
Naturally Nepal
Dedicate this poem to all those who are wearing Illusion...
Kathmandu, Mitrapark,
Time: 9:30 pm , 18th December , 2010

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

IF MY ANSWER WAS "YES"

I say you are good
not to make you sad
if " yes" was the answer...
for am I bad??

Still my heart says...
there is some good hidden
beside the veil of dark shadow..........
there's an Eden

Your presence is not noticed
but
i can feel your whisper
that silently says
Hey , I am here ..........
to enlighten your days

Was that a thought ...
that evoked me......
I was in Incorporeal...
Beautiful Corals in the Sea....

If "Yes" was my answer...
to let you know.....
that "Yes" is sometime
as Cruel as "No".....

Then what would you do???
Jump off the cliffs .....???
and Gang the river dry....???
or freeze your soul...stiff.....???.

Only if My answer was "Yes"

- Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini
Time-11:26pm, wednesday
24th November,2010
Mitrapark,Kathmandu
[Dedicated to one of my old best friend from IPSS...Into the Wild]

Friday, November 5, 2010

A mixed visualisation

A Mixed Visualization......
Dated:

6th Nov , 2010

10:33 am , Saturday,

Mitrapark, Kathmandu



I turn on the diary to vomit out ....

that was undigestable to me....

but couldn't find a page ...to note.......



Because it was missing...

a day was missing....

a date was missing and

so was a year........



I went for a drive.....

saw a glittering DARKNESS......

"The Festival of Lights"

...beheld a house...a fully adorned bride....

she was gloomy ,though.........



Also saw a worn-out hut with ...

two shivering diyas....on its threshold.....

but was laughing out the happiness ..she saw..

throughout her life........



I return to home gathering two kinds of feelings......

HAVE AND HAVE NOT.....

I HAVE THE THINGS WHICH I DON'T WANT TO HAVE......

AND,

I HAVE NOT GOT THE THINGS THAT I NEED TO HAVE.....



I was unstatisfied and I am ,

tilll this hour ...

and i don't know....

whether the degree of unstatisfaction persists or depresses....??





Saw....the battles of thoughts....

which were trying to win over the another.....

feed a poor ??? or uplift a poor????





Ufffffff....

There are half dozen millions and billions of thoughts.....

some are building &

some are ruining the world........



I thus......

had a mixed visualiztion of the life...in

this

Deepawali......A glittering and A glaring Darkness......



-Fantasized by

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Saturday, October 23, 2010

I am loaded....(not with guns but with funs)


I would like to dedicate this poem to my Baba, Mamu , Isudiju, Amrita, Arpan , Shubhi and all my dear and near friends and also to foes ;)

Wrote in :
Shradhapuri, Meerut, Shubhi's house,
Shubhi sleeping..saw a monkey laboring hard to climb a wall (tuesday)
Tuesday, Time: 5:33 pm
9/14/2010


" I am Loaded"

I was uncomfortable.....
was clumsy....
felt heavy and was trembling.....

Thought i was free...
a parakeet on a cage??? or
a parakeet in a cage???

it has nothing to do...

in or on cage....
both shall create a threat of slavery......

but when felt that ...
i have a pair of wings....
i can make the cage.. go like swing....

I am now fit to be fit ...

on this world's puzzle.....
i am a part of it......

I am loaded....

with my duties...
with my dreams and
with my destiny....

I can explode any time....
any where.....
to hit the bull's eye

Because I am Loaded

Beware .........!!!


- Fantasized by:

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel " Hridayaninadini"
Naturally Nepal......:)


Save Birds, to Save Mother Earth ....:)

Monday, August 23, 2010

The photographic Sonnet



















"Cheeeese"


And you can behold the thousand of paused moments,
Some smiles-tears-yells-runs-dances-jumps-stretches-bents....

"Stopped watch"-charm-that the whirling world-goes "Click" and "Stop"
From those flapping wings-meandering brooks-thundering bolts- the magic pop!

Bouncing kids-Napping cats- toppling leaves-rustling winds-hosted flags,
those Catwalks-drenched feet-costly aprons-dandy damsels or the old rags !

Paused are,those cool breeze that twist those lilacs and make them shy,
the stretched lips- the 'hitched wagons' to those sky!

Sun rise-Sunset-New moon-stars and the deep blue,
The shower-the oozing-the lonesome road-me and you!

Bergs of Greenland-lakes of Ladhakh- the Majestic Landscape
Flawless beauty of Nepal-Your home-the mesmerizing shape!

From the unnoticed charisma to the paparazzi....

This is how ends the sonnet of photography....


" CHEEEEEESEEE :):):):) Again"

To my heart... my sis Amrita.....


To my heart... my sis Amrita.....


Every words that you speak....
have some power in it...
that helps my clumsy steps of doubt.....
to move it way out.....
your touch is worthy....
heals my yearning wounds ......
you smile and make me..
too....to smile for the ruthless world....
you , by saying no words....
preached me to show that words
are the strongest to let other .....
know who you are and what you for...???
I am indebted to you....
my bloods shall vow for you......
I am what i am ...just because of YOU...
you are my Wright sis..AMRITA....

Friday, June 11, 2010

to my best bhaiya...:(

The day i met you ... the scary trails....the deep dark wood..
if i was not scared and i did ...if not... never i could...
know the meaning of you and feel your presence..
the way you guided ..the way you scolded.. gave a power immense...
were those days limited to mo:mos stall or a sal patch ..?
or those funny jokes that seldom made you laughed....?
hmm..days had come to say you " bye " and move ahead..
it pierce the heart and bleeds the blood of red....
each drops of my blood ..topples in nostalgia...
..shall wave my hands and say ..." See ya"
Heavy i feel .... drops of tears rolls down ...
that visit my sad heart and make it frown..
Bhaiya...if these are the pain of missing the dear ones;
i pray unto Him..erase the word that says i am missing you...
your love , your support , your jokes and your hue..
You will always be as you are ...
your name shall travel near n far....
shall miss you till the breath gang dry...
until my heart stops and dumb shall go my cry...!!!!!!

By your forever...
Sanjeeta
Naturally Nepal.
Miss u a lot Bhaiya :(