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