"Yes"

I say you are good

not to make you sad

if " yes" was the answer...

am I bad??

Still, my heart says...

there are some good hidden

beside the veil of dark shadow...

there's an Eden

Your presence is not noticed

but

I can feel your whisper

that silently says

Hey, I am here ...

to enlighten your days

Was that a thought ...

that evoked me......

I was in incorporeal...

Beautiful corals in the sea...

If "Yes" was my answer...

to let you know.....

that "Yes" is sometimes

as cruel as "no".....

Then what would you do?

Jump off the cliffs?

and gang the river dry?

or freeze your soul...stiff?

Only if my answer was "Yes"

- Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini
Time-11:26pm, Wednesday
24th November 2010
Mitrapark, Kathmandu

A mixed visualisation

I turn on the diary to vomit out...

that was undigestable to me...

but couldn't find a page ...to note.......



Because it was missing...

a day was missing...

a date was missing and

so was a year........



As I walk.....

saw glittering darkness......

"The Festival of Lights"

Beheld a house!

No less than a fully adorned bride...

she was gloomy, though!



Also saw a worn-out hut with ...

two shivering diyas on its threshold!

And appeared so happy! 



Two emotions visited me today!

Have and have not!

I have things which I don't want to have!

And,

I have not yet got the things that I want to have!

I was unsatisfied and I am,

till this hour ...

and I don't know...

whether the degree of dissatisfaction persists or depresses!


Felt the battles of thoughts...

Justling to win!

feed the poor? or uplift the poor?



Alas.

There are half a dozen millions and billions of thoughts.....

some are building &

some are ruining the world!



A mixed visualization of life!

As the world glitters with lights!

There still is the darkness!



-Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

6th Nov 2010

10:33 am, Saturday,

Mitrapark, Kathmandu

Loaded...

I was uncomfortable.....
was clumsy...
felt heavy and was trembling.....

Thought I was free...
a parakeet in a cage?

a parakeet on a cage?

It has nothing to do with...
'in' or 'on' the cage!
Both have a risk of their own!

but when I felt that ...
I have a pair of wings...
And can escape!

I am now fit to be fit ...
on this world's puzzle.....
I am a part of it......

I am loaded...
with--

duties,

to meet my dreams-

And destiny!

Blindfolded, yet ready!
to hit the bull's eye!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

The photographic Sonnet

"Cheeeese"

And you can behold the thousand of paused moments,
Some smiles-tears-yells-runs-dances-jumps-stretches-bents...

"Stopped watch"-charm-that the whirling world-goes "Click" and "Stop"
From those flapping wings-meandering brooks-thundering bolts- the magic pop!

Bouncing kids-napping cats- toppling leaves-rustling winds-hosted flags,
those catwalks-drenched feet-costly aprons-dandy damsels or the old rags !

Paused is, the breeze that twists those lilacs and makes them shy,
the stretched lips- the 'hitched wagons' to those sky!

Sun rise-sunset-new moon-stars and the deep blue,

The shower-the oozing-the lonesome road-me and you!

Bergs of Greenland-lakes of Ladhakh- the Majestic Landscape

Flawless beauty of Nepal-Your home-the mesmerizing shape!

From the unnoticed charisma to the paparazzi....
This is how ends the sonnet of photography....

Sister

Every word that you speak...
have some power in it...
that helps my clumsy steps of the doubt.....
to move it way out.....
your touch is worthy...
heals my yearning wounds ......
you smile and make me...
too....to smile for the ruthless world...
you, by saying no words...
preached to me to show that words
are the strongest to let others.....
know who you are and what you are for?
I am indebted to you...
my blood shall vow for you......
I am what I am ...just because of you...
you are my Wright sister...

A Perfect Lunatic in The Barrack's village....

One night, I happened to meet... 

A lunatic, as he said to him, 

Passes me a greet... 

I was at cloud nine to see this fellow, 

On my life again, was that an omen or bellow... 

Still shared the rosy and rainy days' talks... 

Those trails where we used to walk... 

Happened to unveil the true colours... 

Like a bee trapped in those Pitchers... 

Hey, he is my old friend in a new scenario.

No, he isn't in Japan or Rio-De-Janerio!

He is from the land of hills and tillage...

Passing his time in The Barrack's village.......

The Joy rebounce!!!

The moments when your tears fall....
the dusk when the woods receive a call...
the night creeps in..and softly it says....
" Donot lose hope ...i shall bring you a day.."

The night reigns and the evils rules on....
they celebrate the lights which are gone....
then slowly the ray enters and dawn arise...
the devils runaway and can hear their cries....

The first bird that chirp..the omen from Almighty...
the beams of strength and the power from the Deity...
the sky roars...."Evils are away...the majesty God's announce.."
The sacred rule begin....the joy rebounce

The Divine Enigma

It is all when the shimmering light of the sun,
penetrate through your casement,
You feel like new life is knocking on your spirit's door.....

The shining of the pearly dews on the lawn,
the voyage of the vagabond clouds in the firmament,
arouses the zeal of effervescence to live more.....

The affection from the cared ones,
the blessings that prevent the evils,
the mind-soothing hymns and the jingling of the bells.....

The will for rejuvenating the withered spirit,
the respect for the divinity that kneels,
the high tides of life and a gentle sail.....

Everything is beyond our sight and thought,
Science? vs Divinity! the chasm in between the dilemma,
The conspired science and the divine enigma...