Friend.

I smiled ..to see you smiling ...

I felt that I have never felt before...

Friends are not only for gossiping...

but ...

for missing too

If this is the pain..of missing you...

I love no medication....

Your soft smile shall cure...

the most painful scars......

Those evenings and those late nights....

had a different breeze to be felt....

Your way of being funny...

but

still my way of liking you....

made us ....

the colours of rainbows.......,

the butterflies..in the garden.....,

the deers grazing in the woods.....,

the stars dancing up above.....,

the beetles...walking in the leaves........,

the clouds voyaging together......,

We are best friends!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini "

Kathmandu,Mitrapark

December 28 at 2:22pm

Ohhhhhh Its ...

28th December.

The green damsel

The damsel with the verdant moss-quiet-turf-clad...

high on the Earth, stretches her slender arms...

to the glittering horizon..drive me so crazy and mad...

I go...Every wild lilac that articulates...

and adorn her, make her perfect...

the misty veil..that hides her charm, to let...

...us float in the crooks of curiosity...

the fruits of pines that hang to and fro...

the woods that form a complex tapestry...

adds the flavour, the rustling wind that blows...

carry away her whisper down the valley...

divinely lay that the birds twitter ...

make her beauty ..Spell-bound...

the cascade of the springs..that seems...

a lock of hair that curls down...

those rhododendrons form vermillion on her forehead...

don't you feel, that it tantalizes you?

the natural charisma, divine beauty and timid hue...

...don't you feel that you fell in love?

with nature-

A perfect highland love!

- Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Naturally Nepal

[ I wrote this poem on my way up to Indian Hills.....so want to dedicate it to Uttarakhand's high Himalayas]

11:18 am, June 23rd,2009,

Josimath, Uttarakhand, India

Illusion

I walked and passed by the girl...

She was merely smiling...

I saw her head ..bend down...

She had her own story to cry out...

I walked and passed by the crowds...

They were racing to get the way...

doors were closed....but they moved on...

Yelling...

Howling..and,

Unpleasant Shout...

I walked and passed by the buildings...

Proudly standing aside and laughing at me...

"You, all, are of stones...we can feel and see...

....You are artificial....hollow..empty and stout..."

I walked and passed by the mirror...

there I saw....thousands of thoughts and pieces of me...

Unpleasant smiles...mock faces and..tides of sea...

Illusion...illusion and illusion......cried out...

[ This was what I felt when I walked on the streets of Kathmandu ]

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Naturally Nepal

Dedicate this poem to all those who are wearing Illusion...

Kathmandu, Mitrapark,

Time: 9:30 pm, 18th December 2010

"Yes"

I say you are good

not to make you sad

if " yes" was the answer...

am I bad??

Still, my heart says...

there are some good hidden

beside the veil of dark shadow...

there's an Eden

Your presence is not noticed

but

I can feel your whisper

that silently says

Hey, I am here ...

to enlighten your days

Was that a thought ...

that evoked me......

I was in incorporeal...

Beautiful corals in the sea...

If "Yes" was my answer...

to let you know.....

that "Yes" is sometimes

as cruel as "no".....

Then what would you do?

Jump off the cliffs?

and gang the river dry?

or freeze your soul...stiff?

Only if my answer was "Yes"

- Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini
Time-11:26pm, Wednesday
24th November 2010
Mitrapark, Kathmandu

A mixed visualisation

I turn on the diary to vomit out...

that was undigestable to me...

but couldn't find a page ...to note.......



Because it was missing...

a day was missing...

a date was missing and

so was a year........



As I walk.....

saw glittering darkness......

"The Festival of Lights"

Beheld a house!

No less than a fully adorned bride...

she was gloomy, though!



Also saw a worn-out hut with ...

two shivering diyas on its threshold!

And appeared so happy! 



Two emotions visited me today!

Have and have not!

I have things which I don't want to have!

And,

I have not yet got the things that I want to have!

I was unsatisfied and I am,

till this hour ...

and I don't know...

whether the degree of dissatisfaction persists or depresses!


Felt the battles of thoughts...

Justling to win!

feed the poor? or uplift the poor?



Alas.

There are half a dozen millions and billions of thoughts.....

some are building &

some are ruining the world!



A mixed visualization of life!

As the world glitters with lights!

There still is the darkness!



-Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

6th Nov 2010

10:33 am, Saturday,

Mitrapark, Kathmandu

Loaded...

I was uncomfortable.....
was clumsy...
felt heavy and was trembling.....

Thought I was free...
a parakeet in a cage?

a parakeet on a cage?

It has nothing to do with...
'in' or 'on' the cage!
Both have a risk of their own!

but when I felt that ...
I have a pair of wings...
And can escape!

I am now fit to be fit ...
on this world's puzzle.....
I am a part of it......

I am loaded...
with--

duties,

to meet my dreams-

And destiny!

Blindfolded, yet ready!
to hit the bull's eye!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

The photographic Sonnet

"Cheeeese"

And you can behold the thousand of paused moments,
Some smiles-tears-yells-runs-dances-jumps-stretches-bents...

"Stopped watch"-charm-that the whirling world-goes "Click" and "Stop"
From those flapping wings-meandering brooks-thundering bolts- the magic pop!

Bouncing kids-napping cats- toppling leaves-rustling winds-hosted flags,
those catwalks-drenched feet-costly aprons-dandy damsels or the old rags !

Paused is, the breeze that twists those lilacs and makes them shy,
the stretched lips- the 'hitched wagons' to those sky!

Sun rise-sunset-new moon-stars and the deep blue,

The shower-the oozing-the lonesome road-me and you!

Bergs of Greenland-lakes of Ladhakh- the Majestic Landscape

Flawless beauty of Nepal-Your home-the mesmerizing shape!

From the unnoticed charisma to the paparazzi....
This is how ends the sonnet of photography....

Sister

Every word that you speak...
have some power in it...
that helps my clumsy steps of the doubt.....
to move it way out.....
your touch is worthy...
heals my yearning wounds ......
you smile and make me...
too....to smile for the ruthless world...
you, by saying no words...
preached to me to show that words
are the strongest to let others.....
know who you are and what you are for?
I am indebted to you...
my blood shall vow for you......
I am what I am ...just because of you...
you are my Wright sister...