The emptiness revisits!

That emptiness visits her again…

In the frozen corner of her broken veins!

She taps one and let it bleed-

The faintness of her past refrains!

She runs to catch hold of that space-

Of no worth and just in vain!

Time as slender as a reed…

Slips from her hand-

To not to be found again!

Had she known- she was not a centre!

She would have acted the same!

But why then this emptiness revolved-

Within her and followed her in the murky lane!

She yells at the top of this silence-

And wishes not to be heard…

She grabs that rug of strength…

And wordlessly walks through the rain!

(c) Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

That bird in us!

When the melancholic evening,

Brings to her those delusions-

Of being at her nest-

Of being loved-

And cared with a delight…

She sighs and turns behind,

And to behold nothing-

But a broken string…

Attached to her wings!

In that pursuit-

Of crossing those limits…

Seldom had she thought…

She would be encaged forever… 

When she cut her strings and flew-

Deluded she was- of being free!

When she clutches the bough-

And stares at this vastness…

That caged her spirit…

In this melancholic evening-

She sings no songs about being bold!

But- about those longings to be at home…

(c) Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Words to the wise!

Seek the darkness-

When you begin your journey…

Into the benighted tunnel!

That light at the end-

Will not astound you anymore!

Seek that warmth within you-

When the world goes frigid and cold…

The withered spirit of the last battle!

And a lost caravan!

This warmth shall make you bold!

Do not hitch your wagons-

Anymore to stars-

But to the dust-

Where you bloomed from!

In the rear!

Expect to not to expect!

For, life is not always about-

Floating with those streams!

Neither against them!

But to- seek that solace-

Amidst the crippled you!

Indeed is a two cents’ worth…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Picture credit:https://www.wallpaperup.com/42438/tunnel_light_painting_fantasy_dark_cave_abstract_landscapes.html

Drops...

And after that crowd,

I grabbed my umbrella-

And my solitude-

Took the narrow lane!

Gazed at the sky-

The monsoon clouds-

And loneliness!

Perfect!

Pearls from the broken necklace-

It rained…

Alone, I thought I was-

Then I harked!

I could hear them talk-

As loud as they could-

In that rhythmic tone-

One shouted and the other followed!

Eavesdropped, I-

For what they could be talking?

About their journey!

The clattered rhythm again…

Guessed, I-

About their journey, must be-

From the puddle to the pond-

Meandering through the rivulet-

To the river-

And levitating to the mightiness-

They chattered loud-

Felt, I

they gloated their salvation!

Levitated to the mighty blue and again-

Reached to the earth-

They belonged to!

I could sense their happiness-

As they gently slid down to the earth-

And disappeared on her arms-

Thin clouds now-

I could only hear a few of them-

They have met their destiny-

And will be back again-

Those drops of rain...

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Picture source: http://www.1zoom.me

You!

When you are deep in sleep,

And under the blanket, something creeps,

Scratching with her eight rough limbs!

And amidst the dark,

You hold her in your hand!

To know who she is!

However brave, you stand

Against the world and adversity!

A single big house spider!

Can make you realize!

How chicken-hearted!

You can be!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Art credit: Oswaldo Guayasamin Fear Scream Hands

Seized in the freedom!

What it feels like- if you are set free-

Yet caught in the freedom?

A sharp knife hanging at your throat!

Between you and the world-

You find yourself ployed!

Avouched to breathe!

All, except the air!

Your blood turns blue-

Yet you are not allowed to yell!

You are told to share what yearned-

Your heart!

At the cost of your life!

The manacles cut!

And a cage bought!

Set you free- to fly high,

While your wings bleed!

Gathering your chopped feathers!

They will dust off the crown!

You scream with no voice!

The ears plugged!

Thousands of clapping hands!

Wave at you!

Still- you want that freedom?

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Art work: 

Gilded Cage Painting by Sara Riches

The Kamogawa...

When what that shines brighter,

Than those stars in the sky,

Are the flashes of airplanes…

And the city glitters-

With thousands of lanterns, lamps, and lights-

Raw and pure…

The fragrance of water-

That breeze fetches for me.

I sat on the verdant moss-

Besides her, keeping my chin-

Over my knee…

And silently observed-

How beautiful, is she…

Her meandering feathers-

Slithering over the bed of rocks-

Her musings hold the glitters of lights!

As the scales of a serpent-

Glaring our eyes…

Unlike the crowd of thoughts

.. how silent, she is!

As the beauty floats-

In her sacred form…

The winging of Kamo…

And the rising of the moon...

Ruffles as the reflections-

Over her silken body…

How radiant, is she…

Mutely she twines-

Through a heart of the Kyoto…

If she does not take your heart-

I wonder- if you have the one…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Photo copyright: Yoshida Hiroshi, Kamo River

Long gone!

When this spring brings to me,

Some silence-

While I walk down the lane-

Thousands, stepped on.

I knew down in me-

A lost child seeks-

The warmth!

I certainly look for-

No words-

But that silence…

Where I could lie down!

And feel-

The pain that strangled

You!

Then, 

I have no regrets!

You must be a light!

That light

Which woke me up-

From the nightmare!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Photo credit: Albert Anker

Yes, I got a friend.

And another fine morning,
I sat on the same wooden stump,
to feel those pearly dews-
And to introspect-
How beauteous, that silence could be!

And, I saw that love coming to me,
As fast as she could run-
She came and sat beside me.
We did not share our words.
The warmth of possession-
Though, overwhelmed.

Yes, I got a friend.
Unlike me, she talks less.
But, she can express!
Deepest of joy and saddest of her thoughts!
Just through her sparkling eyes!
I envy sometime…
I wish I could do the same. 

I kept my hands over her. 
She wagged her tiny tail-
Looked into my eyes.
And rested her head!
Yes, I got a friend…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

I saw my anger speak!

When my words were confined,

And my thoughts suppressed,

And my fear being nurtured-

I saw my anger speak!

It spoke-

The words, no-one heard!

Drenching my lashes and heart!

My thoughts yelled-

And yet the silence remained!

Within me-

The agony stood-

Though no-one saw!

But, ssh!

I heard my tears!

As loud as they could be!

Roaring at the top of my mind!

And yet the silence remained!

My anger, like me!

Stood numb!

But, I saw my anger speak!

When my freedom of being myself-

Shackled!

A drop of hope!

Drying out on the concrete!

I saw my anger speak!

A thousand words of silence!

And a thousand phrases of pain!

And thousands of them!

Running silently again!

When I crawled to the corner!

My shadow-

Stood numb!

But, I saw my anger speak!

As silent as ever, it could be…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel 'Hridayaninadini'

Photocredit: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/95/af/51/95af518ed6eddc418935eaaea2718cec.jpg

A sculptor

Gently strikes his hammer-

And dusts off-

Coughs and clears his throat.

Some pieces of rock!

When his fate itself deludes!

Their fates, he assigns!

Some as angels!

Some as Gods!

Some shall remain as it!

Some shall not!

Beautifully, he crafts-

Each piece that shall be-

That faith to many!

Many shall bow on the knees

And beg for life!

Luck!

Love!

And money!

As he walks through the lanes-

In between the crowds-

Noticed, he barely gets.

In his worn out rugs-

And his charred hands!

Holding an idol!

He sells-

This faith…

To which-

Many shall bow…again!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Photo credit: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/5f/53/59/5f535933215737385b988069bb117e71.jpg

The cost of war?

How hard is it, to know- 

The cost of war?

When you have gallons of oils…

And piles of money at one end,

And a dying mother at another-

And we still chose the former,

As the latter, only gave us this life!

When you walk-

Walk amidst the fumes of grenades-

And you see an infant suckling-

Suckling a mutilated mother!

Dead and frozen!

Amongst her thousand dreams!

Buried under her breathless body!

That child will never know-

Who and what took away the warmth!

The warmth of love from him!

Those grenades?

Or, that thirst for power?

When thousand such mothers die-

Leaving behind the ugly truth and orphan dreams!

Knowing the cost of the war- is a tough choice!

And you walk,

Walk amidst the pool of blood-

Splashing your leather boots!

The same pool, where a soldier fell down-

Down, deep and dead!

Quaking his mother’s heart!

The heart that awaited!

Awaited on the threshold of their hamlet!

Awaited to see him return!

Return with a flag of glory-

Now lost in the void- of lost dreams…

When thousand such sons die!

Leaving behind their unfinished stories and love!

Knowing the cost of the war- is a tough choice!

When all those emotions-

Get destroyed for the hunger!

Hunger for power!

A father with his dead child-

Lovers buried under the rubble!

A kid who shall never babble again!

Well, the price- that no one can ever pay!

Still, we dare-

Dare not to stop the war!

For-

We know that cost of war is something-

We fail to pay!

But still, what matter to us-

Are those piles of filthy papers!

So war must go on!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Photo credits:

1. http://img07.deviantart.net/a63d/i/2014/009/0/1/desert_war___north_africa_ww2_by_mitchellnolte-d71hioc.jpg

2. https://static1.squarespace.com/static/56d09a6ce321405d93219eb8/56dfab5960b5e90acb2176c4/56e65d2df8baf38bbe2b9033/1458871347823/Dead+soldier.JPG?format=500w

A woman with a dandelion...

I saw a woman with a dandelion-

In my dream-

She was covered in dirt-

But her aura never concealed!

Forgotten, must be!

She blossomed every month!

That bud of life,

A canvas in her-

Painted in red…

And struck with the pain,

Vibrant, she walked still…

Shackled her legs, might be

But, her spirit?

Well, as free as, a dandelion!

Traversing all the odds of life-

Rested on her destiny-

The journey?

No men can feel!

Yes, I saw a woman with a dandelion-

In my dream!

Puffing the downy tufts!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Photocredits: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/366199013427635785/

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The last flight...

They flew…

Swiftly, whirling together,

Their silhouettes-

Those slithering reflection on the vast sea!

She beheld-

Parking her dying soul,

On the old rugs of memories

She dusted her wings,

She once promised-

Of kissing those limitless horizons…

She beheld-

The fading sun,

The silent shores,

And those fallen flowers…

From behind the bar-less cage.

Something was missing in her,

Missing around her,

Deep in her, rested-

That fathomless void;

Shackling her spirit.

Those withered feathers,

Blame no wind-

Her cascading tears-

Shall meet that destiny!

For, she knew somewhere,

That hope shall bloom again-

From that abyss in her!

And she shall fly,

That day,

To that blank…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Photo credits:

http://cdn.pcwallart.com/images/flying-pelican-silhouette-wallpaper-3.jpg

https://wingsofwonder.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/geese-girl-watercolor.jpg