Under the shed of sarcasm: to this hatching egg!

I hold this egg

And I observe…

The white shell of it

Smooth and brittle!

I harked!

A cracking sound from within

Voila, the egg is hatching!

Now I wonder about-

The freedom that shall

Cost it’s freedom!

 

I wonder:

The world outside, that shell, is a mere blue!

And the people outside are lethal, You have no clue!

But still if it lures you, and if you wish to hatch…

I have this couple of suggestions to you!

Once your wings are out, my feathery folk!

Act smart, walk smart and eat smart…

Even if you do not know how and where that smartness lies in…

For they’re going to judge you, Of course not by your heart!

And yeah, you perch on that money, they made,

And sleep in that bloody bed!

They shall laud you for this, my tiny folk…

In the face of your utter loyalty, they shall split your head!

Dare not to cross that “road”!

And even if you do, never let them know!

For they themselves are fighting over a piece of land!

Flap your wings, dust it off and enjoy the show!

Prove them wrong, for you know, they always are!

You are not that “chicken-hearted”

It’s just that you have that heart of a chicken!

And yeah, they seldom remember what they have said!

And your future, you will never create…

In that meat-cleaver, hides your fate!

But still, when they shall carry you by your wings!

In that gory-slaughter-house, stand brave!

(Remember!

With that chunk of bread, they eat!

Their hunger will suffice by your meat!)

If bygones were the past, live to the fullest!

That future, you will never see!

Should not haunt you, for the world outside is lethal!

Trust me, inside this shell, you are free!

And that little-yellow-folk, 

Pops-out of that egg!

And again, I observe,

Silently...

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

6th April, CES, 

A sarcastic poem- to this cruel society! 

Photo-credits:

1.http://cdn.dailypainters.com/paintings/cracked_egg___baby_chicken_hatched_birds__animals__70bc6522d2413ae0b628bae7ccf341d4.jpg

2.http://media.wizards.com/images/magic/daily/ur/ur217_slaughter_games.jpg 

To the shadow!

The shadow that I see

Behind the sun,

Stares defiantly at me!

For...

I killed the one

That veiled my soul

And I stand…

Shadow free!

They have this right

To glare these eyes,

To this shadow of the sun!

I shout!

For, they define

What being the Sun

Is all about!

I remember,

In that darkness

I observed,

My shadow scaring me

And I fought…

Fought till the light in me

Conquered this fright

And my shadow died!

I paid no condolences,

And no mournful thoughts,

For they once defined me too!

With no sympathy for myself,

And the darkness, I was in!

The ashes, I threw!

To the burning light,

For, my shadow died…

I say, of no regret…

I did no wrong to me,

But, yes! to my shadow,

“Your company,

Disheartened the light in me,

With no option left,

I betrayed you and let you go!

Yes, I killed you”

I will never apologize though!

Hereby,

I refuse to say sorry!

 

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

I hate darkness, so I killed my shadow!

19th Feb, 2014

1:25pm 

Photo credits:
http://blogs.catydesign-studio.com/images/uploads/2011/04/darkness-painting.jpg
http://nekrodemonart.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/a-shadow-in-a-shadowless-world.jpg

The Weird Dreams...

I see the rainbow, before it rains...

And feel the droplets, before they fall...

I count the stars, which I can't see...

At home, I bring them all...

I pluck the fragrance, no flower can have

And feel the breeze, before it blows

I chase the fireflies in a dark

Whoa! And I align them in a row…

I ride on the clouds, that monsoon brings

And steal all the silver lines

I paint the sky –pink

At home, I bring their shine

I climb the mountain, upside down

And crawl inside the sea

The best music that nature can play,

My feet dance yon the lea…

I walk over the river, turbulent and wild

And swim through the lush canopy

I befriend all the terrifying beasts,

And bring in them, the intangible beauty…

I shout and jump, of elation, Yeah!

For I can do, now, what I thought I can’t!

To add this smile on the sunless face…

And this rhythm to unvoiced chant! 

No grieves to worry about, 

How happy the world seems…

I would have loved to be in,

Only if they were not the weird dreams!

(c) Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

7:45 pm, 17th Feb, 2014

IISc, India

Photo credits:

1.http://www.wallcoo.net/paint/the_fantasy_world_of_josephine_wall/images/mystical_fantasy_paintings_kb_Wall_Josephine-Whispered_Dreams.jpg

2. http://gypsymother.com/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/type_of_dreams-painting.41183307_std.jpeg

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