Yes, I hate 'him'!

A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

 

‘He’ brought me,

The flowers-

Where no fragrance

Remained!

I praised ‘him’ for his efforts,

And said

“Why these papers,

Looks like

The flower-in-vain! ”

‘He’ took me to

The place-

Where no grasses

Were touched!(by the beam of light)

I admired the obscurity,

And said

“Why can’t you fetch in

That tiny Sun,

In your mighty-wallet!”

‘He’ showed me up,
to ‘his’ ceiling-
The majestic bunch light
hanging dead!
I smiled, mockingly
and said
“why don't you allow-in
the brilliance of
millions of fireflies"

For ‘his’ every labor,

I tried finding- Zilch!

For ‘he’ knew, by now-

That

Yes, I hate ‘him’!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

25^th-July-2012-CES-IISc-12.30pm

Infected eyes-Infected thoughts-

Materialism [He] Vs. Spiritualism [I]

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In 'his' society!

A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

 

 

Her ‘mother’ blessed her

For the wonderful day

And 'She' marched ahead

Climbed the lofty height

Where no men could reach

And sprinkled the euphoria

With her sacred beam

Whilst,

With his own rules, he created

He woke up late!

With no sign of sigh

Proud, he stands

With an attitude-

‘Man of himself’

He made his own day!

[Juxtaposed!]

He made his nights,

Drenched it with liquors

But still, pompously

He reaches home,

Safe!

Despite the thirst,

For a single drop of water,

She runs to home,

Before the darkness engulfs the city

But she never returns!

The blossom of future, thus

Plucked down-

Crumples on the dust

And disappears-

Society claps,

The bees, hence, rewarded!

For, you are in

No-women-land!

Built your own shelter

For your own safety

Beware Women!

Unfortunately,

You are in ‘his’ society!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

Inside-this-suffocating-box-14^th-july-2012

Dedicated to the girls in Guwahati and Delhi!

His, He and Him in this poem represents not all the men-but yes-You!

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A day-sans-poetry!

Rests,

Her diary, on a table.

And,

she heaved a sigh.

“No poetry, for today”

Though she did see

the uppity words again.

And witnessed a baby,

sleeping on a stone-bed!

For her eyes cried with

no tears on them.
Her tears were

Lost in the vain…

For her silence went

Unnoticed to some!

For them, she tried not to explain.

For she saw the bareness

In colossal crowds of craniums!

Holding her heart,

She escaped out again

She tried not to stand-

Under a shed,

For her tears, too

Got dribbled in the rain!

She admired the blankness

The gush of air rushed in

flipped, the pages…

Scrolled down the pen!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

9:15pm, 21st June-2012, while walking somewhere near Malleshwaram, BLR, India

Thoughts entered and they flew!

© 2012 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

I do!

 Unlike you, my folk

I do drink-

The drinks of heavenly delight

That slips down my throat

Quenches my thirst-

High, I go-

With each drops-

Here, I drink-

Water!

Unlike you, my folk
I do smoke-
with no cigarettes
between the fingers
the fume- here goes unseen-
Intoxication of its kind-
With this fresh lungs-
I breathe in-
Air!

 Wanna try? 
                      

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

CES-IISc-8th-June-2012-2:15pm

Answer- to the fellow- who thought I must drink-&-smoke!

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Our shoes on their feet!

 

With a pair of binoculars,

Flapping those wings, saw I

A robin sighting me…

Arraigned I was

To trespassed their trail…

I wonder sometime

Am I, studying them

Or are they tracking me?

Once,

I fitted the collars around their necks

Voila!

And they got the “beeps” of my movement

Immobilon!

Straight from my tranquilizer gun…

There went the darts

And trust me…

In place of them

I dozed off whole the day

In the captivity of this life

I am an untamed captive!

They appear decent

Whilst,

With these out-grown- nails and shaggy look

I seem wild

Alas!

In this wild world-

The coin, now, is flipped

We shared those meatballs

At their costs…

Let their fangs pierce

Our skins…

I howl the soreness

Mockingly,

They gossips…

“Let us wear your shoes!”

 

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

28^th May, 2012; 11:53am... CES- new lab-new scenario-

A thought of wildlife conservation- Human-hence tracked!

Miracle!

 

Amongst this huge noise,

When I mutely behold 

That-

Last leaf -withering away

Taciturn- I stand!

The eyes hence rolls around

To catch the glimpse of

The last voyage of the roving clouds…

That river where meanders

The last hope!

Round the bend,

I may sound, my folks!

For I fancy that

those dying flowers

must blossom…

For it must see

What it means to me!

If only the prayers would

have worked !

I could see the shining Sun

amidst the nights!

And the thorns of cactus

Could never pierce my heart!

This gust of air brings in 

The hope!

That the rain shall drench my land

That the wind will blow off the sand…

That the mighty heaven will speak-

A word!

Blind-folded, I am

For I trust merely- in

 “Miracle”

 

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

19^th May, 2012

Nesara-IISc-3:30pm

I pray for you... 

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The Pandora's Box

She-

Thought of sprinkles-

When she fingered

The droplet-

Tumbling from the box

The anxiety of unleashing

Crawled in

Her holy heart!

And she hurried

 And unlocked

The ostensible coax!

Gosh-

She was washed away!

Prospers, here

The anonymity of

A Pandora’s Box

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

IISc-LHH-110-India-7^th-April-2012- 2:10pm

Enigma-prevails !

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Man-not-a-machine!

My heart beeps

And my blood conducts

the current of emotions

And

My brain declares

“Turning the world-

Into the Machines!”

 “The Sun got jammed

The Moon went low

The birds that flew

Sans the charge!

plunged into the deep unknown…”

Whispered my Robot-

In this hearing device !

"Hey,I am a "man-not-a-machine!!!"

 

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

CES-IISc-16-March-2012-4:00pm

 

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Being a Scientist !

Being a scientist

is more like

being a saint !

If encountered a menace

Tranquil! Stand!

No panic! No faint!

Aloof  from,

the slush of pleasure

You remain!

Cherishing

the questions-treasure

In your brain!

Being a scientist

Is more like

being a saint!

You are- no more you

But an owner

Whose house is on a rent!

 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

IISc-Ces-14^th March-2012-9:30 am

“On the way to be a scientist!”

An Abyss

When I am with you-

You complete me

I am a part of you

You are the World!

                           

But sometimes

I fear 
Confusion

That creates an abyss

Between you and me

Even a little distance, I abhor!

And this happened,

A chasm went fathomless

You went away,

For no reason!

I got many hands to rob these tears,

But

None of them

Was Yours!

Still I am delving…

 Now,

I remembered

How you helped me

In crossing

All the hurdles…

6

But,

I am full of tears

You flew away

With the flock

Lies in me, a mere hope!

How shall I,

Say you

Where I am!

        Completely         

Lonely

In this throng of strangers

Anticipating…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

IISc-India-4:01pm-6th March-20"12"

A trial- Photography-cum-Poetry

Photoes:© 2012 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel