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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...

She

She

A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

She -babbled

-crawled

-walked

-bounced

-on those way

She loved- toys

-fairy tales

-gossip

-folks

-of "those" days

She, now-dreams

-desires

-floats

-wings

-to touch the majestic blue

She-aspires

-aims

-stands up

-ascends

-to be noble-nobler deeds, to do

She hence-breaks the shackle

-bleeds her hands

-tears up the cage

-steps out

-feels the life- the fragrance

She-once prattled

-had those “toys”

-Feared-suppressed-learnt

-moves out

-She is now-the woman

Magnificent-“She” stands…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

Wednesday-1:30 AM- LHH-110-IISc-Sep-7-011

Insomniac!

Glorious-Women-are-always

To all the women of the world

KUK memories.wmv

Treasures of my life-2009

Why "I" am not, you!

"I”-

“I” wear “Corso Como”

“I” disliked the color though

And saw your feet

Bruised, were yours!

“I” block the sun-“SPF 45”

Still, “I” got my skin tanned…

And contrasted with your skin

Charred, were yours!

“I” travel the World, around

In a week…

And saw you, tranquil standing

Amidst the crowds and the dust, the ragged Bus-station

“I” Lost my diamond bracelet

And “I” bought the dozens of them

And saw you, still smiling

With tattered-old-the clogged watch around your wrist

But soon “I” realized

You were striking!

The Unblemished beauty!

The Gorgeousness embedded within!

“I” eat in dollars…

“I” am having the charisma…

But

Still, why “I” am not you?

You-

“You” have the pinkish flimsy feet

That can’t merely reach

The hamlet

Paved with the thorns…

“Your” glowing skins, reflects

That light of elation

Falling on you

While…get absorbs in me…

“You” travelled around, but missed

The love of those, around you

The dust can be dusted –off

But the smiles are in the crowds…

“Your” diamonds are worth-wearing

Beautiful- the pain of miners

Who dug it out- of their life

I prefer the stopped watch

I am

The essence of hamlet

The effervescence of- those who failed

The stand-up when time makes you fall

“Dollars” are Fancy

So is, your charisma-delusion

That’s why I am not “you”!

“I”, “you” and “yours”- The materialism

I, you and yours- The generosity

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

1st September, 2011; 1:10 pm, Thursday,

Hoysala-110, IISc

Around me- “the specs, the bag and the dell” "materials

In me- “The boundless Joy”

[Personally, I beg

an apology for using some brand names- I have no any intention of targeting them- the use of them, here in poem; is completely fictional]

[Dedicated-to those who- those who don’t-believe in covetousness]

© 2011 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"