Ache

Strange, it is.

The ache within.

If it could speak.

The volumes, it would be.

Learn, I must.

From these throbs.

Amidst the sharp pain,

Cajoled my lips into the smile. 

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel 'Hridayaninadini'

The wordless meaning.

In the crowd of none,

I quit my companions.

Confusion.

And hope.

Silently yelling thoughts-

pierced the deafening noise!

Travelling to nowhere.

And reached me to bid farewell.

Incomplete sentences followed me,

Secretly through the broken paragraph.

To leave me with-

The wordless meaning!

Sanjeeta Hridayaninadini

The departure and the farewell by Count Xavier de Maistre

Forsaken...

Packed the bag,

She had the journey-

to embrace.

The long empty roads,

A few toppled leaves.

Her shadow- the only voyeur. 

She had this journey-

to embrace.

She left some behind-

For she knew the burden

Was heavy. 

Never she knew, 

Leaving some could be bulkier.

The road, now, seems void.

So does the road ahead. 

And the bygones- forsaken!

Sanjeeta Hridayaninadini