Society!

Different,
It was never
The same blue sky!
And from that distant crowd
The weary wind
Spread the mist of mirth 
Everywhere!


But,
Far beyond, beneath 
That tree, stood she
Gazing at those stars
And those voyaging clouds
That wiped the tears 
Of the weeping moon


She thought-
Society will cheer, 
As they always did
They seldom cared
Who they missed!
They won’t 
And will never try 
To befriend your loneliness
Albeit!
They won’t forget
To mourn at your death!

Despite of,
That clapping and tapping noise
That perishable giggles and cries
That glaring glimer of fireworks
She stood silent
Beneath that tree…

A lake ahead
Unruffled and still
She threw that tiny pebble
And it rippled
“Ah!” She sighed
She personified
That lake as a society
And a pebble…!
[…the firecracker blew up]
Her thoughts,
Hence shattered…

The wind hushed-
But her face glowed
With that radiance 
Of flashing firecrackers…
With no smile on her face,
She goes off!

(C)Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

11:49 am, 12-27-2012-CES-IISc

A ripple of thoughts...

“…Friends!”

When you are left with no option- You become Friends, the best friends, in fact!

With this stretched lips

I grinned

And shouted ‘hello’

And she replied

“Shut up!”

Cheerless, but yes-

I was left 

With no option

I got mesmerized

By the splendor of that ‘sale’

And rushed into 

That shopping precinct

And was dragged out

-“Dare not fritter away your money!”

My collar in her hand

I had no option!

With that extremism 

Of lassitude- 

Yes, I declared in my empire!

And I valiantly dozed off…

And got kicked down on the floor

“Get up lazy bone; 

You are late for ‘the’ class”

And I had no option!

But, 

This December-

When gush of wind

Will whisper (Scream, in fact)

“Catch me, if you can…”

-With this mocking hilarity…

It will be me

And you will have no option!

…When I walk 

This lonesome way

You are always missed

I swear!

Not for those laughter

We jointly glued

On People’s face-

Who avowed that:

“You guys are not funny, at all!”

And they had no options!

But,

For these bags are heavily 

Burdened!

Had you been here, 

You would have 

Carried…

And I have no option!

You are the one with whom

I fear not,

To speak

About every frightening tales

Of life!

You are my best friend;

Other than this-

I have no option!!!

© 2012 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

...Awakening: Go fearless!

No shackles can

Chain your dreams...

Nor, can they-

Imprison the rays of Sun,

Go fearless- my folk!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Another trial with Sketch-o-photography!

...Awakening- Dreams!

Yeah, 

Nights shall creep in, 

my folk!

And it always does

Whilst,

They shall dream again-

Of lights

Let you be-

Awake

to amass the aura of 

those mid-night lamps...

-Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

A sketched thoughts!

2:50am, NGH-IISc,26th November,2012

An altruistic admirer...

I will seldom worry
For I never tried
Proving to these mortals-
That I am perfect-
I will never wonder 
Why their faulty eyes
And filthy hearts-
Rummage the same 
In me!

I will never endeavor-
To be the best for them
Oh my honest folk!
For,
Here in this massive earth,
There are some,
Who still admire
My adversity!


Yes,
Gratitude to leniency of
This grand God
That there are some,
Who still adore me!
The way I am
And I remember:

When I saw that
First sparrow perching
On the window pane-
And I babbled, yes… 
You came rushing
You understood 
My indescribable experience
And kissed my forehead…

When my clumsy legs
Ascended from the crawl
And I walked, yes…
The glittering streams of gladness 
Meandering down 
From your mighty eyes
Blessed me…
 
When my tiny fingers
Wrote this first letter
A-
Which from no angle
Looked alike-
Still!
You felt the brilliance
And praised me…
 
Your kisses worked
And here speak, I
These thousand words-
And the world listens,
They applaud…
 
Your tears worked
And here traverse, I 
These dense woods-
And chase the beam of Sun
Radiance, hence, spreads…
 
Your praises worked
And here write, I
These unseen arts- 
And describe the unnoticeable hue
Charms, hence, glorifies
 
So,
Expect from me-
No change for them,
For they love… 
This perfectionist in me!

And I worry
Not even a bit,
For there are some,
Who still love…
This child in me!

And I, too, love you… 
[My mom and Dad]

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

Mom, Monsoon always inspires me

On your birthday, Mom

2:19 am, 5th November,2012, NGH-IISc

Photo credits:
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2.(c)Sanjeeta

...Awakening: Soul-mate!

When the mighty heaven bless forth-

Your thought becomes-

Your soul-mate!

...Awakening: Perishable, You are!

You are made of- Earth,

Oh my folk-

Into this Earth...

You will dissolve...

A road to Mountain...

As always,
She stood valiant,
Whilst
The gush of wind whirled…
The ambiance hushed!
Complicated, it appeared…
A road to mountain…

And,
The flag of hope flapped,
She followed, the beats of her heart...
The crowds observed, expected, so they clapped,
And she started- a journey 
A road to Mountain…

Glare not, oh Sun! Onto her curious eyes,
For she must reach the acme
Despite of those slimy boulders,
She must head to –
A road to Mountain…

Her dreams knew that, 
When those lofty hills...
Inspired her feet,
She'll climb the rocks,
Where the destiny will meet-
A road to Mountain...

She climbed that rock,
The world beneath-
The wind whispered,
A road to Mountain-
What else, does she need!!!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
IISc-3rd Oct-2012-10:40pm
“A road to Mountain”

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2.(c)Sanjeeta

Space!

I,

At the center

Enclosed in a circle of

Thousand- heads,

To whom I explained-

What emptiness feels like?

Everybody seemed

Less bothered…

As their eyes,

As I observed,

Were rolling over…

But,
Tearing up the crowds-

Came in a valiant man

Unlike others,

Curiosity twinkled

In his eyes,

He requested me to define

The blank-

The space-

The emptiness…

I first grinned,
At him

Then,

Took a brush

And a canvas

Drew the line

A portrait of man-

 With no nose,

 To breathe in

 With no lips,

 To smile at

 With no eyes,

To wander in

‘Perfect’,
I thought

I was delighted-

For me

That was emptiness!

And I turned around-

                            To show…

                            To show to that gentleman

                            What space meant to me-

                            When you are

                            Just an outline

                            With a blank-space

                            Within yourself!

And when I turned around

[Jaw-dropped!]

I saw no valiant man!

He was nowhere!

He was no-one!

And I came to know

He himself was

A space-

An empty thought!

-Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
IISc-India-9-1-2012-Time: 4:35 pm
Blank....
Photo credits:
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An effortless Artistry

She dreamt of

That fairy-tale, again

And thought,

When she will fall in love,

Thousand of trumpets will blow,

And she will-

Let the entire world know,

About her love…

That she gifted her heart-

To the prince-

Who was, once, a frog!

To the prince-

Who was an ugly-beast!

To the prince-

Who was trapped-in-a mug!

That her tears-

Fell on him

That her touch-

Healed him…

And he turn-out to be

A handsome-prince!

She wished, again-

If she was a princess,

Trammeled in Witchcraft!

 And her hero-

Rustled on the sky
Roared-

Like a thunder-bolt

And broke the mirror-

Witch, hence, dead!

Sets her free-

Lived happily ever after!

A happy-ending

Thought!

Protagonist’s triumph over villains!

Phew…

She knew-

It was just a thought-

An effortless artistry!

So,

She got up

And went for stroll…

She saw a frog-

Leaping and croaking in

A puddle…

Smiled, she

And moved further…

(c) Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
27th August-2012-IISc- Time 12:40pmWide-open-mind
So dreaming~~~

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Extremely-Expected!

I ate-

‘Cause I expect

It-to kill my hunger

And now, you say

“Buddy, Don’t expect!”

I express-

This amusement, if you say-

You don’t expect,

A night after this day?

I expect-

And I know,

Expectation hurts 

To them who expect, though

Still I expect-

the sprinkles from this wet bough,

If my expectations-

encircles me, 

Oh my folk…

I am the happiest one-

To expect- 

Nothing from your world

Even you expected

That your expectation-

Will hurt you!

And it did,

Should I shout at you, now

And say-

“You-extremely expected this, right?”

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

CES-IISc-12:55pm-24th August,2012

Angry-me!

© 2012 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Yes, I hate 'him'!

A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

 

‘He’ brought me,

The flowers-

Where no fragrance

Remained!

I praised ‘him’ for his efforts,

And said

“Why these papers,

Looks like

The flower-in-vain! ”

‘He’ took me to

The place-

Where no grasses

Were touched!(by the beam of light)

I admired the obscurity,

And said

“Why can’t you fetch in

That tiny Sun,

In your mighty-wallet!”

‘He’ showed me up,
to ‘his’ ceiling-
The majestic bunch light
hanging dead!
I smiled, mockingly
and said
“why don't you allow-in
the brilliance of
millions of fireflies"

For ‘his’ every labor,

I tried finding- Zilch!

For ‘he’ knew, by now-

That

Yes, I hate ‘him’!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

25^th-July-2012-CES-IISc-12.30pm

Infected eyes-Infected thoughts-

Materialism [He] Vs. Spiritualism [I]

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In 'his' society!

A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

 

 

Her ‘mother’ blessed her

For the wonderful day

And 'She' marched ahead

Climbed the lofty height

Where no men could reach

And sprinkled the euphoria

With her sacred beam

Whilst,

With his own rules, he created

He woke up late!

With no sign of sigh

Proud, he stands

With an attitude-

‘Man of himself’

He made his own day!

[Juxtaposed!]

He made his nights,

Drenched it with liquors

But still, pompously

He reaches home,

Safe!

Despite the thirst,

For a single drop of water,

She runs to home,

Before the darkness engulfs the city

But she never returns!

The blossom of future, thus

Plucked down-

Crumples on the dust

And disappears-

Society claps,

The bees, hence, rewarded!

For, you are in

No-women-land!

Built your own shelter

For your own safety

Beware Women!

Unfortunately,

You are in ‘his’ society!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

Inside-this-suffocating-box-14^th-july-2012

Dedicated to the girls in Guwahati and Delhi!

His, He and Him in this poem represents not all the men-but yes-You!

Photo credits:

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© 2012 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"