Apology

Sleepless, I called…

to,

That dozen of sombre nights,

When I found myself-

Lost-

In the loneliness, in that crowd!

In the darkness, under those lights!

I searched for the verses

That I lost-

And the rhyme

That hates me now!

With the words-of-meaningless worth!

To find that poetry-

In the flow of the river-

That shall never end!

On the street of homeless hopes

Where lays the dreamless eyes…

And in the cries of destitute-

Those passed by!

I paid no attention to them,

I blame this pensiveness,

In me!

For it was-

When I was caught in-

The bewilderment…

Of the stars that twinkled

On the reflection of that sky...

Yon, on the sea!

And I pretended-

As if,

I was not deluded!

They hate me, now

The rhymes in me-

For the verses, I wrote-

Never stopped the flow so deep

Gave no dreams to that homeless chap,

And I still can heed those cries…

I wrote for the mortals-

For their filthy praise and claps!

I consoled my poetry,

As it gently pushed me away,

The disgust in that doggerel,

It left me-

In this space with no cohort…

Still, I stood accompanied-

In the throngs of thoughts and me!

I promise,

For one day I shall write-

The verse that-

Shall bring down the lethal conceit

With the words of delight-

I fear not breaking the pen-

If the wrong path, it follows

Through that dreary lane-

And to something that’s hollow-

I promise,

For one day I shall write-

Rhyme that shall opt-

The rhythm of rhyme-

And the verse that shall hold-

The tempo of time!

If you see,

That poetry-

passing by...

Through the worn-out curtains of that window,

Through the shadow of that broken lantern,

And the fences, the lovers hold-

Do not forget to convey-

My words-

“I am still waiting

On the street of homeless hopes”

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

I miss the monsoon...

Credits:

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