The Canvas

The Canvas

A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
"

Life-Pain-Smile-and the canvas !

"

 I picked up


"The brush"

To paint the life



Unlike you,


                      I thought to coat

                      Blue-for the tears

                      Red-for the pains

                      Black-for the fear

                      White-for the rains


Glittering days

Gloomy nights

Fading Prays

Ruthless fights


                      Astounded again

                      Felt the discomfort

                      Lost!

                      In the tapestry of threads!


Floating in the colors

I saw

Sky that roars

Drizzles often!


                       Soaked!


                       The ripples of thoughts

                       Turbulent!


Drifted- I was,

To the shore

The bogus grasses-fake green

Of hallucination!


                        I yelled!


                       “Don’t tell me

                        Roses are Red

                       White calms the peace

                       Black is the devil!”


Perplexed- I was,

What I perceive is

that What I see,

Red for you,is

Black for me!



                             The canvas-hence

                             remained ‘Untouched’!















                                                                                                                                                              























Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

IISc-LHH-110-16th-oct-2011

Sunday 8:45 pm

The canvas-my mind

Dedicated to my agony...

© 2011 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"


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Blew my mind, Nicely written and unfathomable meaning.
“Don’t tell me
Roses are Red
White calms the peace
Black is the devil!”

Truth sketched out in THE CANVAS

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Heavy work. The poem matches the paintings almost synchronistically.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A representation of our sentiments, whether in color or words. They bring them into expression and free us from the torment of the unexpressed. From colors, it leads us to form, then to activity, speech, meaning and then understanding. Each finds its own way of fitting into the canvas of the poem. Nice write!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nice! I love the connection you make with "Red for the pains" and "roses are Red." It's all good of course, but that was my favorite part.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Awesome poem...really creative and has depth that I really love :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Blew my mind, Nicely written and unfathomable meaning.
“Don’t tell me
Roses are Red
White calms the peace
Black is the devil!”

Truth sketched out in THE CANVAS

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Uuh.. . Dami!
Fab written. So flawless n deep. Just luv ya idea of expression.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

this was a really cool poem i really liked it very discriptive and very creative awesome job :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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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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