GOD NEVER DIES !

When He washed your filthy hearts,

and carried your burdens on His Back,

Did you ever think,

How substantial are your loads?

When He wiped your tears,

and broomed away all your fears,

Did you ever think,

How hard were your words?

When He patted you to move on,

and stopped you from "quit and run",

Did you ever think,

Who pushed away all your hurdles?

When He stood against all the odds,

and prevented you from the splash of mud,

Did you ever think,

Who created your smooth "Road" ?

If you still, have a doubt

on His Massiveness

and distrust His

Magnanimity...

If you still, feel that

You ,yourself,

walked, passed and crossed

the wall of Difficulties..

If you still, give Him

a blame

and disbelief His

Immortality

Then

this Sky !!!

over you

and

the Earth !!! below

will collapse into the pieces

You will perish

so will the air

But,

GOD NEVER DIES !

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel " Hridayaninadini"

12:32 pm, Baluwatar

WWF Nepal,

Dedicated to the Corporeal Demise of Satya Sai

A Midnight Lamp A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini" Against the storm of injustice and social evils A Midnight Lamp The fierce storm Rustles at the roof Sweeping away the dreams the desires the destiny The Wicked blocks of Cloud Hovers around Darkening the town the fragile trance the flooded tears the faded tenacity The odd hours of life Bereaves the zest of leading the self through the panics the pains the pities Amidst the dreary night struggles the dim light stamping out the Darkness In the hamlet of life On the casement of hope Glows A Midnight lamp [ Against the Storms of Unjust] Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini" WWF Nepal, 4:00 pm, Tuesday, 12th April, 2011 Dedicated to the spirit of aspiration © 2011 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Rejuvenation

This work of mine is dedicated to my new life:

Rejuvenation...

To

The Beams that pierces the murky piles of the clouds

and falls on the Wild lilacs of the green smooth meadows...

To

The Butterfly that unleashes herself from the trap

of the malicious webs of the spiders and fly to the distant blue...

To

The Babbles of a new-born baby , sacred, fresh and pristine

No worries of who-got pleased and humiliated with her hubbub...

To

The Birds that takes the wings high , crossing the borders,

Human have created , breaking the rules of their Filthy Governance...

To

The Rivers that curves all the way down through the stubborn rocks

and mingles with the massiveness of the majestic ocean...

To

The Cobbler with his bruised feet , lifts high the hammer

and hits the anvil , to guard our feet against spike of pains...

To

The Warriors who proudly welcomes the heat of Bullets

And dies with the respects , they have for their Nations...

To

The Joy of a lost child , when he saw his father carrying

a Paper wind mill and searching his tiny boy, amongst the crowds...

To,

all the happiness you get, beside the pains,

all the doors that opens, when you were lost,

all the freedom you feels, when you are caged,

It

is

The Rejuvenation....

Time: 10:40 am , Tuesday,

5th April,2011, WWF Resource Center

Leeja and Naren gossiping

I ...noting down the rejuvenated feelings...

Diluted...

I , hereby , dedicate this part of my imagination to the World where everything gets diluted....

Concentrated Ambiance

Pulls You

to get diluted

with the air

that faintly cross

the hills

Ripples the Pond

and

Get mixed up with the soil

The Emotions within You

Will get diluted

when those tears

washes your eye-lashes

& topples down on the letter..

Your words

hence

Diluted......

When the massive crowds

cries for You

You , Alone and

The swarm of Heads

Applauding hands

Brave , you stand

Head high

Your Fear

hence

diluted...

When You are resting your body

On the death bed

You smile

the World drops their hearts

You are

Perishable

and

Finally,

Your smile , Diluted

World mourns !!!

and

It's the truth!!!

God has

His own ratio

To dilute

You and the Space

its

Zero is to two ratio

Where

Your Normality seldom matters

Your creed seldom matters

Your possession seldom matters......

After all,

You are meant to be

Diluted..!!!

By

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Time: 12:05 pm

2nd April, 2011

Saturday,

Me and My works around

Mitrapark , Kathmandu,

Nepal

Accompanied by

Pen , Diary and Laptop

and A heart

Which is diluted..!!!