The monsoon ends...

The monsoon ends...

A Story by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
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A month without you, Mom

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Death was just a way to pay condolence to someone who, now I feel, is bereaved completely. Though I lack the scientific evidences, death to me was always a soul leaving this body and getting mixed up with the unfathomable universe. Earlier, I wrote a dozen of poems about the souls, the life as an illusion and the darkness beyond this deluding life, all inspired from you, Mom. And now, am pragmatically facing it up.

Stanza by stanza!

Behold! 
After a long anticipation for miracles, He finally decided to cure you intrinsically. But this time, I am not at ease with His decision. And sadly, He never realized what we will undergo through. I am tired of faking that I am not hurt. And that I was not hurt. Each moment can be counted and I literally wait for the night to hide myself and these tears.
People come, conceal their smiles in their pockets and pat me. And their jobs, hence done! The consoling part of life after the death of someone who you love a lot is tough! And to be consoled is more aggravating, trust me.

Tuning to a melancholic melody!

Life was a cycle, and it is. But, still we foster this denial within ourselves. And this denial has encouraged me to say that it was too early! That we were still not prepared! That it’s a MONTH without you!






























I laugh 
When this sun shines on me…
And wipe these tears…
When the moon says 
“No…
You are not alone…”

-Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”

 

[Photo credits: http://grazu.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/melancholy.jpg and http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large/melancholy-of-autumn-monika-pachecka.jpg]

© 2015 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"


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anyone irrespective of whosoever its may be would never be able to not relate to this pain ...
even the remote thought of someone going through it ....languishes me and leaves me numb ...
time heals everything is just a statement for this one ....cos somethings are irrevocable and beyond words .....
writeup very articulately done ! keep up the good work !!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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11 Years Ago

Tuvi,

Your review has spoken the truth that I was concealing inside me. Thank you.
tuvi

11 Years Ago

thanks I am glad I could evaluate the essence behind the poem



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Says it like it is. That's an achievement in itself. Nice write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

11 Years Ago

Thanks
I read you, Sanjeeta. And no, you are not alone.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

11 Years Ago

I am strengthen. Thank you.
i have never read more beautiful or haunting words

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

11 Years Ago

Thank you.

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 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Kathmandu, Nepal



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"When words are stiff and hard to evoke out; they shape themselves as a poem [that last forever] " -Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini" http://sanjeetapokharel.blogspot.in/ When I see the.. more..

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