Sunday, December 4, 2011


With the clattering wheels-
‘I’ heard a wagon-
Passing by-
I rushed to the window- [Ragged!]
To see
The mounting sun-
As usual-
To see ‘him’!

‘He’ carried the oodles
Of the ‘stones’ to the cliff-
(Wiped off his sweats!)

His sweats as weary as him
Stumbled down
And vanished in the space!

Like every day…
One thing was common in him
He wore-
The same “smile”-
As he had in the bygone yesterdays-

I looked at-
His “smile”- that remained alike-
Despite of the hurdles-
He had-
Every day !

His “smile” was concealing!
The flux of pains & grieves
Still he managed to “smile”…

After all,
I never judged him
By his “smile”!

For me-
Smile is a hide-out!
For billionths of melancholy truths!

I never judged him
The zenith, he stands today,
the sweats, he lost
the pains, he masked!

I judged him
“The Dust”- he roused from
To the paramount!

Should I “smile”-
To veil-the fact
that- I am not smiling?

Vacant-went my lips!

All I did-then-
I bowed
I “smiled”
                        -For him
And went my way…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
2:30 am, Saturday- 3rd Dec-2011
Not all those who “smile”- are happy !

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Cross the border !

The rise
Gifted the day
The descend-
The night
A loop of nights and days
Whirled " A life!

The touch
Of White
The splash
Of Black
Backdrop of ‘Black and White’
Hence- An art!

The prosperity
Of boundless Happiness
The possession
Of fathomless Love
Melt of Cold-bits and pieces
Enrich- The tranquility!

But Alas!

Aloof they stand

Wonder I-
The lashes of eyes
You feel the night
You feel the day!

It’s you- who FEEL!

Who created the border!
And who dared to cross!
The mucky edge
The line-hence-gross!

Let every feet grasp
The mud of emancipation!
To the land
Blindfolded are-
The flying flocks
The rambling creek
The gusting breeze
The drizzling clouds
The flowering moulds!

Let every ears harks
The strings that tunes to Melody
Of an explicable lexis-
The claps of the thunder
The rustle of the wind
The babble of purity
The call of nature
The roar of grandiose sky!

It’s you- who DREW the border!

There exists
A Life
An Art
The tranquility
Beyond the border!

Your inner voice
An urge to traverse-
A will to wipe away
The filthy border!

Come and feel the “life”
Cross the border!

©Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
LHH-Indian Institute of Science-14-11-2011
Time: 1:30 am
I FELT like-the border-separated us!

© 2011 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Sunday, October 16, 2011

The Canvas

I picked up

"The brush"

To paint the life

Unlike you,

I thought to coat

Blue-for the tears

Red-for the pains

Black-for the fear

White-for the rains

Glittering days

Gloomy nights

Fading Prays

Ruthless fights

Astounded again

Felt the discomfort


In the tapestry of threads!

Floating in the colors

I saw

Sky that roars

Drizzles often!


The ripples of thoughts


Drifted- I was,

To the shore

The bogus grasses-fake green

Of hallucination!

I yelled!

“Don’t tell me

Roses are Red

White calms the peace

Black is the devil!”

Perplexed- I was,

What I perceive is

that what I see

Red for you, is

Black for me!

The canvas-hence

remained ‘Untouched’!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"


Sunday 8:45 pm

The canvas-my mind

Dedicated to my agony...

Saturday, September 17, 2011

The Occupied Emptiness

The Occupied Emptiness

A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Through this old frayed casement …

The gust of air moves in

Through the vacant room-in the barren mind

Rustles the emptiness- wobbles stillness behind

Without filling the blank, gently, it moves out

I park myself, still, in this cozy chair- I watch

The rushing out of that breeze into that blank space

I speculate " ‘Contentment is to them who possess less’

Rest of them, are left empty- Happiness thus snatched

I moved out of this “mansion”- leaving behind the emptiness

Smiling, were they…but still the smile so barren

Tears-that toppled down from their empty eyes- so deserted

Amongst this huge crowd of folks- I am still…

Encircled by the Illusion and befriended by this emptiness

The occupied crowd hovers around

Deep in me, there’s emptiness

Empty thoughts and empty togetherness

Empty the wholesome sky, an empty me and this empty ground

© Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

17 september-2011- 2:00 pm-IISc-LHH-110-Saturday

For this emptiness- that I cherish

Saturday, September 10, 2011

The Synecdoche- The 9/11

Gently …

Creeps in the Life

In this “Single” Earth

From the “Single”

Primitive form


This colossal form


Then two

and many…

And the verve evolves



The fragments thus scatter

All around

Rise of

Billions of thoughts

Billions of Religions

Billions of “Billions”

The Agony spreads

A Decade gone!

The pain remains


“…Division” hence

Boils up




Blasts out

The 9/11

-Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

9/11/11 Time:1:00 am, LHH-110-IISc

Dedicated to

"All Human , All over the world"

Lets spread the peace...