Wednesday, December 26, 2012


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

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
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...

Friday, December 14, 2012


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!

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!

For these bags are heavily 
Had you been here, 
You would have 
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"

Monday, December 10, 2012

...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!

Sunday, November 25, 2012

...Awakening- Dreams!

Nights shall creep in, 
my folk!
And it always does
They shall dream again-
Of lights
Let you be-
to amass the aura of 
those mid-night lamps...

-Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
A sketched thoughts!
2:50am, NGH-IISc,26th November,2012

Sunday, November 4, 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!
Here in this massive earth,
There are some,
Who still admire
My adversity!

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
Which from no angle
Looked alike-
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
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

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Wednesday, October 3, 2012

A road to Mountain...

As always,

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


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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Saturday, September 1, 2012


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…

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
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

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
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
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Monday, August 27, 2012

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
Like a thunder-bolt
And broke the mirror-
Witch, hence, dead!
Sets her free-
Lived happily ever after!
A happy-ending
Protagonist’s triumph over villains!
She knew-
It was just a thought-
An effortless artistry!
She got up
And went for stroll…
She saw a frog-
Leaping and croaking in
A puddle…
Smiled, she
And moved further…

Friday, August 24, 2012


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

© 2012 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Yes, I hate 'him'!

A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"


‘He’ brought me,
The flowers-
Where no fragrance
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-
Yes, I hate ‘him’!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
Infected eyes-Infected thoughts-
Materialism [He] Vs. Spiritualism [I]
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Saturday, July 14, 2012

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

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!


He made his nights,
Drenched it with liquors
But still, pompously
He reaches home,

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
Built your own shelter
For your own safety
Beware Women!
You are in ‘his’ society!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
Dedicated to the girls in Guwahati and Delhi!
His, He and Him in this poem represents not all the men-but yes-You!

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© 2012 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Thursday, June 21, 2012

A day-sans-poetry!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Her diary, on a table
she heaved a sigh
“No poetry, for today”
Though she did see
the uppity again
And witnessed a baby
Sleeping on a stone-bed
For her eyes cried with
No tears on them
Her tears went
Alone in the vain…
For her silence went
Unnoticed to some
For them, she tried not to explain
For she saw the bareness
In a colossal crowds of craniums
Holding her heart,
She escaped out again
She tried not to stand-
Under a shed,
For her tears, too
Got dribbled in the rain!

She admired the blankness
The gush of air rushed in
flipped, the pages…
Scrolled down the pen

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
9:15pm, 21st June-2012, Sai-Mandir, Malleshwaram, BLR,India
Thoughts-popping in and flowing out…

© 2012 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"