Amidst this pensiveness!

Amidst this pensiveness!

A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"



When her night’s wide awake…
Whilst her day prepares for it best-
She leans against…
This iron fence-
And beholds the sky-
That always galvanized her-
And her lost soul!

She glances the moon-
An exact half-
She wonders less-
When the entire world is admiring-
The beauty of this brilliance….
She wonders about-
The other half!
A concealed reality…
(She sighs)

Stars-
Yes, these stars-
Their faint twinkles…
Impalpable truth!
The thin mist veils these tiny distractions!
Beckoning the illusions!

She turns away-
Her once-glorious eyes…
Dim and dull, now…
Silently rummages for the veracity-
Bitter, though!
On this earth-
She beholds here-
Under the glare of that street light-
A pack of barking souls!
Sniffing each other-
Growling at some…
Unlike her, she ponders-
They seldom wagged-
Their tails!
For the piece of happiness-
Hurled at them!

This thought of begging-
Begging for the bliss-
From the bogus beggar-
Who fakes contentment!
Yes, this thought-
Torments her inner self!
The parade of tears-
Valiantly marches down…
Hailing for the remorse-
Within her-
They march-
On her charred skin...

She rushes into the room-
A room of four walls and no air!
Banging the toughest door of fear!
Through the planks-
Sneaks in that silence-
Escorted by this midnight gush of wind…

She lays down-
Her eyes-
At the ceilings of swarming thoughts…
In search of the-road-less-traveled-by!
She lost the one!
She was in!
Lost-
Within herself!

Amidst this deserted night!
When the world is snoring-
Their suffocating dreams!
She finds her poetry-
Beside-
Caressing her soul-
With the lullabies hidden…
Under that pillow-
She pulls one-
Wrecks them into fragments…
And heaves it into the trash!
She fears no loss-
For the one that she feared for!
Is now buried under the past!

A phantom of thoughts-
Will haunt again-
Her eyes partly close-
Yet her night’s wide awake…
 Whilst her day still prepares for it best!



 
   
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© 2015 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"


Author's Note

 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
Some or the other thoughts keeps on occupying this emptiness!

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Awesome! A symphony of art and emotions.
Your piece had a feel of paranoia and reality entwining with each other.
Enjoyed reading it!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fantab as always :-) You write awesome Sanjeeta.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amazing poetry my friend. Artwork and words. A amazing journey in your words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

An issue of the other side that is well handled ... with clarity of thought ... patience ... and fortitude at dealing with it face to face. Your poetry has certainly come around to being very well expressed Santa.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

9 Years Ago

Thanks, Dayran.
Fine poem, with loads of Pre-Raphaelite charm !

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

9 Years Ago

*smiles* thank you.

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