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
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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!

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© 2012 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

A day-sans-poetry!

Rests,

Her diary, on a table.

And,

she heaved a sigh.

“No poetry, for today”

Though she did see

the uppity words again.

And witnessed a baby,

sleeping on a stone-bed!

For her eyes cried with

no tears on them.
Her tears were

Lost in the vain…

For her silence went

Unnoticed to some!

For them, she tried not to explain.

For she saw the bareness

In 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, while walking somewhere near Malleshwaram, BLR, India

Thoughts entered and they flew!

© 2012 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

I do!

 Unlike you, my folk

I do drink-

The drinks of heavenly delight

That slips down my throat

Quenches my thirst-

High, I go-

With each drops-

Here, I drink-

Water!

Unlike you, my folk
I do smoke-
with no cigarettes
between the fingers
the fume- here goes unseen-
Intoxication of its kind-
With this fresh lungs-
I breathe in-
Air!

 Wanna try? 
                      

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

CES-IISc-8th-June-2012-2:15pm

Answer- to the fellow- who thought I must drink-&-smoke!

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Our shoes on their feet!

 

With a pair of binoculars,

Flapping those wings, saw I

A robin sighting me…

Arraigned I was

To trespassed their trail…

I wonder sometime

Am I, studying them

Or are they tracking me?

Once,

I fitted the collars around their necks

Voila!

And they got the “beeps” of my movement

Immobilon!

Straight from my tranquilizer gun…

There went the darts

And trust me…

In place of them

I dozed off whole the day

In the captivity of this life

I am an untamed captive!

They appear decent

Whilst,

With these out-grown- nails and shaggy look

I seem wild

Alas!

In this wild world-

The coin, now, is flipped

We shared those meatballs

At their costs…

Let their fangs pierce

Our skins…

I howl the soreness

Mockingly,

They gossips…

“Let us wear your shoes!”

 

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

28^th May, 2012; 11:53am... CES- new lab-new scenario-

A thought of wildlife conservation- Human-hence tracked!

Miracle!

 

Amongst this huge noise,

When I mutely behold 

That-

Last leaf -withering away

Taciturn- I stand!

The eyes hence rolls around

To catch the glimpse of

The last voyage of the roving clouds…

That river where meanders

The last hope!

Round the bend,

I may sound, my folks!

For I fancy that

those dying flowers

must blossom…

For it must see

What it means to me!

If only the prayers would

have worked !

I could see the shining Sun

amidst the nights!

And the thorns of cactus

Could never pierce my heart!

This gust of air brings in 

The hope!

That the rain shall drench my land

That the wind will blow off the sand…

That the mighty heaven will speak-

A word!

Blind-folded, I am

For I trust merely- in

 “Miracle”

 

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

19^th May, 2012

Nesara-IISc-3:30pm

I pray for you... 

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The Pandora's Box

She-

Thought of sprinkles-

When she fingered

The droplet-

Tumbling from the box

The anxiety of unleashing

Crawled in

Her holy heart!

And she hurried

 And unlocked

The ostensible coax!

Gosh-

She was washed away!

Prospers, here

The anonymity of

A Pandora’s Box

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

IISc-LHH-110-India-7^th-April-2012- 2:10pm

Enigma-prevails !

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