As the yesteryear wraps itself up…

As the yesteryear wraps itself up-

I walk…

The same lane…

I was on…

Watching each year passing by…

Smiles waving at me…

And grieves clutching my lace…

I saw them all…

An autumn of loneliness…

Clouds of challenges hit my face…

The spring that left me awestruck…

And the winter of love…

I saw them all…

When it rained- of tears…

And drenched me, full…

Apologies begged their pardon…

And sympathy ruled!

I saw them all…

When my mom passed by me…

I held her hand…

As soft as the fur,

She kissed and went her way…

And this farewell,

Mockingly laughed at me…

That silence- hushed at me…

And the pain engraved that pain…

It bleeds of roses…

I saw them all…

Like this moon-

A lone-watcher!

An owl of my night!

A lost wanderer

…I am…

Things went passing by-

Some amused me-

And some made me cry!

Yes, I remember them all-

As I walked tall-

Against all,

That made me fall!

Yes, I saw them all…

And I still walk…

The same lane…

I was on…

With this mild smile…

As my shadow…

Wags its tail…

And,

As the yesteryear wraps itself up…

-Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Amidst this pensiveness!

 

When her night’s wide awake…

Whilst her day prepares for it best-

She leans against…

This iron fence-

And beholds the sky-

That always galvanized her-

And her lost soul!

She glances the moon-

An exact half-

She wonders less-

When the entire world is admiring-

The beauty of this brilliance….

She wonders about-

The other half!

A concealed reality…

(She sighs)

Stars-

Yes, these stars-

Their faintly twinkles…

Impalpable truth!

The thin mist veils these tiny distractions!

Beckoning the illusions!

She turns away-

Her once-glorious eyes…

Dim and dull, now…

Silently rummages for the veracity-

Bitter, though!

On this earth-

She beholds here-

Under the glare of that street light-

A pack of barking souls!

Sniffing each other-

Growling at some…

Unlike her, she ponders-

They seldom wagged-

Their tails!

For the piece of happiness-

Hurled at them!

This thought of begging-

Begging for the bliss-

From the bogus beggar-

Who fakes contentment!

Yes, this thought-

Torments her inner self!

The parade of tears-

Valiantly marches down…

Hailing for the remorse-

Within her-

They march-

On her charred skin...

She rushes into the room-

A room of four walls and no air!

Banging the toughest door of fear!

Through the planks-

Sneaks in that silence-

Escorted by this midnight gush of wind…

She lays down-

Her eyes-

At the ceilings of swarming thoughts…

In search of the-road-less-traveled-by!

She lost the one!

She was in!

Lost-

Within herself!

Amidst this deserted night!

When the world is snoring-

Their suffocating dreams!

She finds her poetry-

Beside-

Caressing her soul-

With the lullabies hidden…

Under that pillow-

She pulls one-

Wrecks them into fragments…

And heaves it into the trash!

She fears no loss-

For the one that she feared for!

Is now buried under the past!

A phantom of thoughts-

Will haunt again-

Her eyes partly close-

Yet her night’s wide awake…

Whilst her day still prepares for it best!

 

(c) Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

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Veiling this soul...

 "Of this darkness-
And the world...
Upside down!
I dream of those tiny stars...
And these clouds-
Above my town,
One fine day-
All shall meet-
The dreams of their own...
To this darkness-
That made me-
A dreamer!
An allegory-
I do love the darkness...
And this hope that- it creates-
To dream-
To dream about the light!

I veiled-

Myself in this darkness"