Society!

Different,
It was never
The same blue sky!
And from that distant crowd
The weary wind
Spread the mist of mirth 
Everywhere!


But,
Far beyond, beneath 
That tree, stood she
Gazing at those stars
And those voyaging clouds
That wiped the tears 
Of the weeping moon


She thought-
Society will cheer, 
As they always did
They seldom cared
Who they missed!
They won’t 
And will never try 
To befriend your loneliness
Albeit!
They won’t forget
To mourn at your death!

Despite of,
That clapping and tapping noise
That perishable giggles and cries
That glaring glimer of fireworks
She stood silent
Beneath that tree…

A lake ahead
Unruffled and still
She threw that tiny pebble
And it rippled
“Ah!” She sighed
She personified
That lake as a society
And a pebble…!
[…the firecracker blew up]
Her thoughts,
Hence shattered…

The wind hushed-
But her face glowed
With that radiance 
Of flashing firecrackers…
With no smile on her face,
She goes off!

(C)Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

11:49 am, 12-27-2012-CES-IISc

A ripple of thoughts...

“…Friends!”

When you are left with no option- You become Friends, the best friends, in fact!

With this stretched lips

I grinned

And shouted ‘hello’

And she replied

“Shut up!”

Cheerless, but yes-

I was left 

With no option

I got mesmerized

By the splendor of that ‘sale’

And rushed into 

That shopping precinct

And was dragged out

-“Dare not fritter away your money!”

My collar in her hand

I had no option!

With that extremism 

Of lassitude- 

Yes, I declared in my empire!

And I valiantly dozed off…

And got kicked down on the floor

“Get up lazy bone; 

You are late for ‘the’ class”

And I had no option!

But, 

This December-

When gush of wind

Will whisper (Scream, in fact)

“Catch me, if you can…”

-With this mocking hilarity…

It will be me

And you will have no option!

…When I walk 

This lonesome way

You are always missed

I swear!

Not for those laughter

We jointly glued

On People’s face-

Who avowed that:

“You guys are not funny, at all!”

And they had no options!

But,

For these bags are heavily 

Burdened!

Had you been here, 

You would have 

Carried…

And I have no option!

You are the one with whom

I fear not,

To speak

About every frightening tales

Of life!

You are my best friend;

Other than this-

I have no option!!!

© 2012 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

...Awakening: Go fearless!

No shackles can

Chain your dreams...

Nor, can they-

Imprison the rays of Sun,

Go fearless- my folk!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Another trial with Sketch-o-photography!