
My day begins with the questions,
Questions of What next?
My smiles questions me,
"Are you happy to let us in your lips?"
My eyes mistrust me,
they doubt my tears
Each drops of my prayer
dies out
leaving behind the reminiscence
Questions pulls me up
Pushes me down
I have nothing to share
Empty !
Vacant !
Spacious !
My mind interrogates my thoughts,
that surpasses the heart
My heart- anxious
Each moments that strikes me
leaves the mark of questions
The Hydra-headed marks
entangles me
the tentacles all around
Suffocation!!!
Why me?
I get marvels,
In the lonely roads of life
My questions befriends me
They laugh with me...
They shout with me...
They hold my hands...
They provide me their shoulders...
Why does the tears fall?
How to cross those wall?
Where does the sky rest?
What made the deity- the best?
When will the dark windup ?
I am flabbergasted...
dumbfound.....
in the tentacles of questions
I rummage the happiness in them
Rob my tears with their dots
and swing in..clutching the bend marks of questions.
Entrapped !
Entangled in the Questions "?"
By-
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
on my way..
from Mitrapark to Baluwatar...
Why the day is dumb???
All marks around..
Time:11:15 pm
Tuesday, 29 th March, 2011
In the Resource Center, WWF Nepal..
"Dell"ing .........