Belated...

That mid-night breeze wafts
The memoirs
That she had lost…

She silently dreams about 
The childhood lane
Where still hangs her laughter!

Of toys and fights, she
Cared for,
Tears meanders from her eyes…

She can behold the stars, still
That she saw then
Under the same sky…

Every sunrise brought
The beauty of being together…
The cups of bliss to sip on…

The lace of apron to hold
And run, wearing the heels…
“Catch me, mom!”

Life was different!

Alas…this dawn
She finds no one by her side…
To smile at…

Contentment, hence, belated…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

1:11pm,12/17/2013

To my mom

Photo: http://www.mynewmaster.com/Uploadpic/Pino/big/PATH%20OF%20MEMORIES.jpg

Of illusions and deceits...

She ponders…
Of illusion and deceits,
She holds that tiny bud,
And smells,
She know it’s not her,
For it shall bloom one day
And perish…

She hushes…
A moon in the sky,
And she;
Moon may delude-
To possess the stars!
And the stars shall never bother
For the possession of delusion
Shall perish, someday!

She comprehends…
Nothing was her,
And nothing it will be…
It’s just a game of this nature;
She played
That she got lost 
In the hope of being found 
And never got noticed…

She observes…
A child;
A child detaches
Even after a long play-
She never learnt
To be the one;
For she knew to whom
She is attached
Shall bid a bye, someday!

Still she tried to cherish…
The moment that was never
Her,
And happily accepted
The part of being hurt!
And concealed the wound
That shall never heal…

She cried with no tears
When the last moment,
That she enjoyed in,
Departed from her
And she was left with nothing
But just the dead-memories…

It was just hide-and-seek,
Life played with her…
Where she hides in the shadow, now!
And never wished to be found…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

CES-IISc-4th-Dec-2013-12:15am

To the blankness of my mind

Photo credit: http://webodysseum.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/rob-gonsalves-23.jpg

On your birthday...

When the falling sun 

Spreads its aura 

The woods blushes

The floating mist adds the trinkets,

No rain-clouds around…

Still these eyes are drenched...

Behind,

Yon side of the bush 

I hear that clunk!

Four tiny legs and the trunk…

Smells this stranger

And hides beneath her mom...

Should I say?

I miss you too…

On your birthday… 

She is a dreamer now!

She hated that darkness, for that broke her heart. 
That nostalgia diluted her. 
She got lost in the crowds of unseen upshots. 
Worn out! 
For she hated that darkness! 
She wished to be a firefly! 
But these days, she seems to enjoy the deadly darkness where even the stars go blind, I heard, she is a dreamer now! 

She hates the light instead, for that breaks her dream. 
That nostalgia keeps her alive! 
Reality has always deceived her. 
And see, she deceived it in return. 
She is not amongst the swarm of fireflies, anymore. 
If she acts idealistic, remember, 
Stay the way you are- Improbable! 
For she is a dreamer now! 

Strangled fate can be changed, I heard, she has brought out the life that filthy fate might have engulfed. 
She conquers that pain, for which people bellowed she shall break! 
Vulnerable, she was never. 
It was just a situation that went vulnerable. 
For she is a dreamer now! 

For she has defeated the fear! 
Why are you still trying to scare her! 
Her emotions were fragile. 
And see, she won’t share it with you, any more. 
And they shall bury down in her bones… 
Even her bones shall not crack! 
Why shall her emotions? 
You are thinking a lot, for you thought she’ll kneel before you, why shall her heels touch that grubby ground when she seems to enjoy the deadly darkness! 

She always wanted to write a happy story. 
She never blamed you, for she knew that it was ‘this’ rain, that washed off the word- happy! 
She is alive in her dream, please don’t wake her up!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
A prose: I too dream, probably I am the one!
10/20/2013- 6:30 pm, Sunday,
Mudumalai

I bow for the rainbows...

The cambered curves of two
I behold the rainbows, too
As Wordsworth did!

With this floating faint smell
Of drenched mud…
And the droplet that slides...
The melody of falling pearls...
I behold the rainbows, too
And the blushing sun…

I wonder not,
About these clouds and rain,
But...

This canvas, I behold
With no brushes of any kind,
God paints, beautiful...

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
After beholding the rainbows in the sky...in IISc
6:00 pm, 30th September

Photo credits:
http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large-5/somewhere-over-the-rainbow-anne-cameron-cutri.jpg
http://www.oceansbridge.com/paintings/collections/16-17th-century-european-paintings/big/Peter-Paul-Rubens-xx-Landscape-with-a-Rainbow-xx-Alte-Pinakothek-Munchen.jpg

A dream that won't come true!

A child stretches her hand
Out of the window pane,
Touches,
The stumbling droplets
After the shower
And asks
“Daddy, why it rains?”

He has no answer,
This time…
For his bereaved heart,
Could not feel that rain,
Anymore!
Only if they meanders,
From his eyes!

He hides his tears,
And smiles
And caresses his child,
He points to
The blue firmament,
And replies
“The stars must have 
Lost their toys, my child
And hence they cry,
And it rains!”

She wonders…
Her little fingers still wet…
Soon falls asleep
And dreams about her mom…
(And the wind brought
That drizzle again…)

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
2:30 am, 8th September, 2013

Photo credits:
http://www.artmajeur.com/files/machaon/images/artworks/650x650/6878254_2013-60x40-soloist-oil-canvas.jpg
http://www.designzzz.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Rain_of_stars_by_Mar_ka-600x800.jpg

http://webneel.com/sites/default/files/images/project/Beautiful%20painting%20-%20A%20boy%20is%20playing%20in%20rain%20water.jpg

Two cents worth!

Don’t judge him, my folk,
And don’t judge her either,
For you, yourself, don’t know…
Who actually you are!

You are not that name, that holds this worth,
And not your fame, so prized,
For what you own today, won’t define you,
But they shall part you far!

You are not that skin, which shines so bright
And not your talk, so divine,
For your words, may linger in every tongue
May not remain the same, ever!

You are not that possession, which dazzles you
And you dazzle this world in return,
For you must understand now,
Under this sun, every thought is clever!

You are not that pride, which boasts of your intellect, 
And still this world shall praise thee,
For what you know today,
Shall be the layman’s tomorrow!

Beware my folk! 
This unvarnished truth shall delude you
And what you have, won’t stay with you
For nothing is imperishable here,
Illusion so fathomless, Life’s hollow!

Open that cage and set your arrogance free,
And wash off your futile vanity
For you, yourself, shall decay someday,
And your name shall die!

Let your deeds define you,
And your magnanimity,
For you shall one day…
Be that cloud of this sky!

Your deeds should blossom,
And to the purest form of all,
For they shall radiate the redolence,
After you vanish, the world shall cry!

Let your wings feel this virtue,
And your soul shall feel this light
For now, you will break that chain
And shall aspire high…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

1:00pm, 2nd Sept. 2013, CES,

To my soul, that boast of unworthiness!

Photocredits:

http://www.zhibit.org/mayobanex/eternal-shine/contemplation-of-self

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Introspection...

I behold…
Leaning on this iron fence…
                                           A butterfly…
                                           Just flipped and whirled around
                                           A flower!
                                           …followed that wind,
                                           And flew away…
                                           To be never seen again!

I realized…
                                           This sun shines…
                                           And it always does…
                                           These clouds assemble
                                           And they disperse...

                                           Things are on pace…
                                           And they always were…
                                           Yes, they always will!
                                           And shall always be in this chain!

Except me!
                                           Who walks in this present…
                                           With this mind
                                            Entangled!
                                            In the tapestry of that past!

                                            No wonder, this time!
                                            For I know…
                                            The memories, I am in
                                            Won’t last!

                                            When these memories,
                                             Knock this door,
                                             I let them in...
                                             For they shall…
                                             Accompany this loneliness!

                                            They drag you
                                            To the moments, 
                                            And the laughter, my folks
                                            That shall never
                                            Visit your home again!

                                           I want to travel back
                                           To that time,
                                           A decade ago and hence…
                                           Just wish to be there
                                           Forever…
                                           For the time, I am in now!
                                           Has no charm left behind…

                                           Tell me,
                                           This is just a mere dream,
                                           When I shall wake up!
                                            I will find you

                                            Next to me!

                                            Bereaving, though…
                                            You cherish the unseen presence
                                            That does exist!
                                            In this yearning pain!

                                            I always tried to win
                                            This loss!
                                            But in vain!
…Away, I move…
Down the memory lane!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

12:00 am, 20th August, 2013...

IISc...

Photo credits:

http://www.brendan-davis.com/Brendan-Davis/Images/Art/BrendanDavis_Introspection-SeaSide_001-wmd.jpg

http://www.poeticmind.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/MattManley_Reciprocit1.jpg

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© 2013 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Religion-that won't divide!

Why shall we call- this- a religion?
Where a woman is still behind the latched door,
And children are taught to hate!
Don’t ask them to cut their veins,
For their bloods ain’t red, anymore!

 A worn out man of skin and bones won’t take their eyes!
For they rush to stand first in a row!
Thousands of coins will flicker in the donation box!
And portentously, they advertise their sold-faith…
Wonder which God, they know!

Still, few do exist, who rely on the tranquility!
They trust, for their God lies within…
Under their battered hut, faith has no limit!
No pomp and show, to prove their love…
In the sweat of their toils, His existence can be seen!

What's wrong, if in his hamlet rings that bell...
And she kneels on that prayer rug...
And they are the choir, for the prayers meet...
What's wrong, if they love this peace...
Children of this human play together and hug!

We pray…

Let the religions carved by the fellow preachers!
Divide no humanity on this earth!
God must be observing the irony, we are in!
Religion of no caste and of no creed…
We deserve! 

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
19th July, 2013-IISc-14:20-NGH-702-India


Photo credits:
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/4d/Religions_4x5.png/120px-Religions_4x5.png
http://www.reproduction-gallery.com/oil_painting_reproduction_gallery/Commissions-Gallery-Louis-Morris-Point-of-Tranquility-large-1206625006.jpg
http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2593/3664137219_9db99440e7.jpg

Her "Odyssey..."

 Surpassing… 
the melancholic moments of truth…
She reached
the hinterland
Where whirled the equanimity…

Under the shed 
Of her bygones…
She rests with a dream…
A little tint of hope
To paint the future…
Unseen!

She learnt to in-act,
In the circumstances, 
So solemn!
And to pass silently 
Through the hilarity 
And claps…

The night crept in…
And unfurled
The veil of shadows…
The stars entrenched within
She feared no evils,
With a lantern of faith…
She traversed the hours of darkness…
And furthers her Odyssey…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
12:38-7-2-2013-IISc
...To the past...

Photocredits:
http://siftingthepast.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/siftingthepast_the-ballad-singer_morland-1764.jpg
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© 2013 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Reliving...

That marble rolled

And hit my toe…

I picked it up

And observed…

The laughter filled

the ambiance,

And missed

That school bus…

No scolding

Spoiled me…

And see, still

I missed the bus…

I lost my toy,

That I loved a lot,

And learnt

Things won’t stay…

Hadn’t you been here,

We would have,

Bereaved ourselves

Into pieces…

When home you return,

You smile…

Our hope relishes,

In a tired day…

Love is what

Binds us here,

Together,

We shall march ahead

And in the distant blue,

Above me…

Clouds conveys our love,

To our mom…

And see,

There’s this sunlight…

I kept the marble

On the floor,

It whirled

And rolled into the corner…

I took the other bus

And left…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

16th June,2013, MTR, India

Dedicated to Dad

 Photo credits:

http://img.artbylena.com/albums/aa61/decorative-artworks/lena-karpinsky/206/20662_1.jpg

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