Life-as an Oxymoron

A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

I, then

Those streets

Loneliness

Crowds

Lost!

I, now

This trail,

Contented,

Alone,

Smile!

I

Suffered…

Cherished…

Baffled…

Unearthed…

Marveled am I

God-

A Poet

Life-

A poem

It’s

An Oxymoron!

An Irony!

Juxtaposition…

An Antithesis…

Created

Lonely Crowds

Bleeds- then heals

Me and You

Have everything-still bankrupt

The Rivalry between us…

I,

Watched

And walked away…

Emptiness,

Shouted!!!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

19^th August, 2011, IISc

The Rivalry between the awful angels and the good devils within…

Me…Witnesser-I who penned…

Green-My Sky

I argue...

What you’ve -doesn’t belong to me!

So why should “I” lie under your

Dry-Indistinct-hazy Canopy…?

Unlike yours,

Green is my sky and blue- my ground

Here bud the Stars that blossom

The swifts- the flaps –The Flail Sound

Twinkles, here the flowers

Unlike yours,

They fill in the abyss

The gentle breeze can swing

That- drops the happiness-as the oozing

“Gentle-Green-Glare” anonymity…

Unlike yours,

I can pluck the gorgeousness

And feel its fragrances

It’s the limit for some

But,

I can go swinging around…

The unruffled shed

For me

My “Sky”…

That roots in the magnificent Earth

Unbiased!

Sacred!

And Green!

I have no big promises like yours!

To climb the ladder and pull down the veil

Bring the stars!

Adorn the Laurels!

But yeah,

I am amused by

Flowers that shines!

Dews on the stars,

The fluttering fin

and

For me, my sky is always “Green”

-By Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

Under the Green Sky and the wild lilacs all

Around

4^th August,2011, Thursday- IISc

Dedicated:

To the Verdent-moss-quiet-turf …my head relaxes on!

To the detonators of nature!!!