Saturday, December 20, 2014

Changing the trail...

A floret tumbler…
Of the glass and the crystal-
One of her mighty possession-
Stood on the  shelf-
Her eyes on it-
Many stories to unwind-
With those winding creepers-
On it’s wall…
Its lining-
The memoirs of yesteryear…
She touched-
The feel of being cared…
She wiped-
The dust of dreary days…
And she held-
A reflection that smiled…
A proud possession…
An euphoria to relish!
The gush of wicked wind-
Smashed it on the floor,
The scattered fragments…
She is lost-
And lost what she had-
Her possession…
An ambiance- so melancholy…
A floret tumbler, hence,
Ousted by the bud vase…
The lining so different-
Revamped from heaven-
She thought…
A dislodged cheer-
A supplanted feeling…
A new story to begin with-
And a new possession to feel-
Proud of...

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Sunday, December 7, 2014

You are the Universe...

For them-
Who think...
That you left me!
Sorry as well,
For I just heard you-
In the early chirrups…
You are the Universe-
Around me)

You follow me as the wind,
And guard me like the stars,
And chant the best of the chirps,
To heal these undying scars…

Your warmth, the sweetness of Sun,
And touch of grasses-your care…
You are the fireflies-
In the shadows- that I fear!

In the laughter of that child,
I behold your mirth,
When I miss you, this big-
I embrace this earth…

I know you are around me,
And watching what I do-
I may gaze occupied-
Mostly, I think of you...
( This wind just whispered-
In my ears and left-
And here I park myself,
Staring at this void-
Smiling, yet...)  

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
Somewhere in the Nilgiris- 
It reminds me of you...

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Monday, November 17, 2014

Waiting in the wings...

When I am done…
With this ruthless world-
I shall crack these planks-
And shall set myself free!
 And shall fade away into that wilderness-
Where no mortals can catch hold of me!
Where pelf has no value-
And where beasts boast of nothing!
In that Elysium land of no vanity!
I shall lie on the grassy-turf…
And shall tease the roaring clouds-
On top of me…
And that first droplet-
That shall hit my leather-
Shall drench the soul from within…
I shall sneeze the world out of me!
And shall pay no excuses-
For, manners are for them
Who lack it!
And I lack none of them!
I shall dance in the melody
Of splashing streams-
And this gusto- I shall orchestrate,
With my feathery friends…
In that soil of mighty roots,
Where the earthworm rules!
I shall pilfer the aroma-
Of the first shower that heaven shall bless…
And that whisper of the breeze-
That shall cascade through my ears-
I shall hear the message…
And the gush of splendor!
I shall traverse the darkness-
Once I feared a lot!
And shall kiss the fireflies-
A perfect world- it will be-
Of no yearnings and no lies!
I shall reach to the hamlets-
Of leaking roofs and broken benches-
But richness that ruffles through
The worn out curtains-
And reach that bruised lips-
With the most treasured smiles…
When I am done…
With this ruthless world-
I shall crack these planks-
And shall set myself free…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

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Thursday, October 16, 2014


In that pool of tears-
She splashes her drenched lashes-
Washes out that stain
Of agony!

And galvanizes that smile
On her bruised lips…

Gathers her hairs…
Clips it with hope,
She is lost from-

And her happiness-
A lost child in a crowd!

She walks- brave!
On the adversity…

That rift in her heart-
Yet, another inspiration!

In that broken thread-
She beads the shattered dreams-
A wreath of her kind…

That savage caress-
On her leather-
Shall blow the bugle

          Her eyes-
Hence- heralds  
Her spirit…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

A tribute to

Reyhaneh Jabbari

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