Smile?

With the clattering wheels-
‘I’ heard a wagon-
Passing by-
I rushed to the window- [Ragged!]
To see
The mounting sun-
And
As usual-
To see ‘him’!


‘He’ carried the oodles
Of the ‘stones’ to the cliff-
And
Sighed!
(Wiped off his sweats!)


His sweats as weary as him
Stumbled down
And vanished in the space!


Like every day…
One thing was common in him
He wore-
The same “smile”-
As he had in the bygone yesterdays-


I looked at-
His “smile”- that remained alike-
Despite of the hurdles-
He had-
Every day !


His “smile” was concealing!
The flux of pains & grieves
Still he managed to “smile”…


After all,
I never judged him
By his “smile”!

For me-
Smile is a hide-out!
For billionths of melancholy truths!


I never judged him
By
The zenith, he stands today,
the sweats, he lost
and
the pains, he masked!


I judged him
By
“The Dust”- he roused from
To the paramount!


Should I “smile”-
To veil-the fact
that- I am not smiling?

Vacant-went my lips!


So,
All I did-then-
Was-
I bowed
I “smiled”
                        -For him
And went my way…






Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
2:30 am, Saturday- 3rd Dec-2011
IISc
Not all those who “smile”- are happy !

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Red Queen Hypothesis

Cross the border !

The rise

Gifted the day

The descend-

The night

A loop of nights and days

Whirled " A life!

The touch

Of White

The splash

Of Black

Backdrop of ‘Black and White’

Hence- An art!

The prosperity

Of boundless Happiness

The possession

Of fathomless Love

Melt of Cold-bits and pieces

Enrich- The tranquility!

But Alas!

Aloof they stand

TODAY-

Wonder I-

The lashes of eyes

Closes

You feel the night

Opens

You feel the day!

It’s you- who FEEL!

Who created the border!

And who dared to cross!

The mucky edge

The line-hence-gross!

Let every feet grasp

The mud of emancipation!

To the land

Where

Blindfolded are-

The flying flocks

The rambling creek

The gusting breeze

The drizzling clouds

The flowering moulds!

Let every ears harks

The strings that tunes to Melody

Of an explicable lexis-

The claps of the thunder

The rustle of the wind

The babble of purity

The call of nature

The roar of grandiose sky!

It’s you- who DREW the border!

There exists

A Life

An Art

The tranquility

Beyond the border!

Your inner voice

Embraces

An urge to traverse-

A will to wipe away

The filthy border!

Come and feel the “life”

Cross the border!

©Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

LHH-Indian Institute of Science-14-11-2011

Time: 1:30 am

I FELT like-the border-separated us!

© 2011 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

The Canvas

I picked up

"The brush"

To paint the life

Unlike you,

I thought to coat

Blue-for the tears

Red-for the pains

Black-for the fear

White-for the rains

Glittering days

Gloomy nights

Fading Prays

Ruthless fights

Astounded again

Felt the discomfort

Lost!

In the tapestry of threads!

Floating in the colors

I saw

Sky that roars

Drizzles often!

Soaked!

The ripples of thoughts

Turbulent!

Drifted- I was,

To the shore

The bogus grasses-fake green

Of hallucination!

I yelled!

“Don’t tell me

Roses are Red

White calms the peace

Black is the devil!”

Perplexed- I was,

What I perceive is

that what I see

Red for you, is

Black for me!

The canvas-hence

remained ‘Untouched’!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

IISc-LHH-110-16th-oct-2011

Sunday 8:45 pm

The canvas-my mind

Dedicated to my agony...

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The Occupied Emptiness

A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Through this old frayed casement …

The gust of air moves in

Through the vacant room-in the barren mind

Rustles the emptiness- wobbles stillness behind

Without filling the blank, gently, it moves out

I park myself, still, in this cozy chair- I watch

The rushing out of that breeze into that blank space

I speculate " ‘Contentment is to them who possess less’

Rest of them, are left empty- Happiness thus snatched

I moved out of this “mansion”- leaving behind the emptiness

Smiling, were they…but still the smile so barren

Tears-that toppled down from their empty eyes- so deserted

Amongst this huge crowd of folks- I am still…

Encircled by the Illusion and befriended by this emptiness

The occupied crowd hovers around

Deep in me, there’s emptiness

Empty thoughts and empty togetherness

Empty the wholesome sky, an empty me and this empty ground

© Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

17 september-2011- 2:00 pm-IISc-LHH-110-Saturday

For this emptiness- that I cherish

The Synecdoche- The 9/11

Gently …

Creeps in the Life

In this “Single” Earth

From the “Single”

Primitive form

To

This colossal form

One

Then two

and many…

And the verve evolves

Grows

“Divides”…

The fragments thus scatter

All around

Rise of

Billions of thoughts

Billions of Religions

Billions of “Billions”

The Agony spreads

A Decade gone!

The pain remains

"Twins"-so-estranged

“…Division” hence

Boils up

Bitterly

And

Finally

Blasts out

The 9/11

-Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

9/11/11 Time:1:00 am, LHH-110-IISc

Dedicated to

"All Human , All over the world"

Lets spread the peace...