Apology

Sleepless, I called…

To,
That dozen of sombre nights,

When I found myself-

Lost-

In the loneliness, in that crowd!

In the darkness, under those lights!

I searched for the verses

That I lost-

And the rhyme

That hates me now!

With the words-of-meaningless worth!

To find that poetry-

In the flow of river-

That shall never end!

On the street of homeless hopes

Where lays the dreamless eyes…

And in the cries of destitute-

Those passed by!

I paid no attention to them,

I blame this pensiveness,
In me!

For it was-

When I was caught in-

The bewilderment…

Of the stars that twinkled

On the reflection of that Sky

Yon, on the sea!

And I pretended-

As if,
I was not deluded!

They hate me, now

The rhymes in me-

For the verses I wrote-

Never stopped the flow so deep

Gave no dreams to that homeless chap,

And I still can heed those cries…

I wrote for the mortals-

For their filthy praise and claps!

I consoled my poetry,

As it gently pushed me away,

The disgust in that doggerel,

It left me-

In this space with no cohort…

Still,
 I stood accompanied-

In the throngs of thoughts and me!

I promise,

For one day I shall write-

The verse that-

Shall bring down the lethal conceit

With the words of delight-

I fear not breaking the pen-

If the wrong path, it follows

Through that dreary lane-

And to something that’s hollow-

I promise,

For one day I shall write-

Rhyme that shall opt-

The rhythm of rhyme-

And the verse that shall hold-

The tempo of time!

If you see,

That poetry-
passing by...

Through the worn-out curtains of that window,

Through the shadow of that broken lantern,

And the fences, the lovers hold-

Do not forget to convey-

My words-

“I am still waiting

On the street of homeless hopes”














Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
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Author's Note

I beg an apology to those winds-
For whom, I wrote no lines-
I beg an apology to those stars-
I never praised- them-for their shine!

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i find i relate to this in a certain way...i have written many empty verses that have gained praise...have gained me notoriety...but the problem is my own words hate me because i never treated them with enough respect...
i never wrote the great poem that was simply from my heart and soul...not written of vanity, for praise..

even if it remained unread, silent to others...i should not have cheapened the words...

i should let them just live and breathe, and give them rather than me, the worth they deserve.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Jacob, I am always excited to read your reviews. They give me insights beside my own poem. I am grateful :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are welcome...i like reading your work...hope to have a visit from you in future...

jacob

[Kanchan Ojha "Eureka"]

Again am left smiling back :-)
Very nice

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thanks Kanchan :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A scream that never gets heard, until great poets write them, well done, a striking piece.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thanks Thomas

[Dayran]

There can be absolutely no doubt that you are still waiting. A pensive poem ...

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thanks Dayran :) I am always...

[Coyote Poetry]

“I am still waiting
On the street of homeless hopes”
A sad and powerful poem. You led the reader to the sad ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thanks Coyote for your review :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.