http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sanjeeta%20Sharma The original writings of author Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini" en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775978894 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The blue of mystery and tempts! She…Smiled coyly-The fume floated gently over her,From the hearth of that hut…Cascaded over the mountains-The blue of mystery and tempts!No less than a damsel…Embellished with Anogeissus’s leaves,And the wild lilacs,The trails where no .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2168412/ Amidst their posts...Of their indoor fitness tips,Of the delicacies they prepared,Of the old albums they treasured,Of the foreign travels they made,Also posted, they-The agony they have!For the stranded crowds!The disinfected people!Picked up the gauntlets...With a few!And with another few, they con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2168384/ She knew-Unseen wounds are more painful!Than those which bleed…Of blood, but not of tears!Yet, she cherished the fear!She knew-That time will heal!Even the deepest of the scar.Of the past- so bitter!Yet, she treasured the pain.Deep in her,She followed her tears-The path they cascaded through-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2163077/ All by herself.She stood holding those bars!And glared into the emptiness.Someone had secretly spilt-Silence in the ether!Clad in melancholy, Appeared that dusk!As the failed rendezvous,Stitching the memories-Over the sky!The Sun descended with a promise!These promises twinkled every night.Best.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2159415/ They feared their shadows.They lit the lamps.Shut all the windows.And muzzled their thoughts.Their silence spoke-Darkness, they loathed!The one in them,They were no aware of!The light conceives the darkness!When it is gone!She stood facing the light.And bade a fond adieu!And left!She feared no darkn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2158812/ "One find day,You woke up and realize.A small piece of you goes missing.When that small piece of you is lost,you certainly feel the pain...For they are hard to notice,And yet most painful.When Lord Rama gets justice,And Goddess Sita betrayed,A silent map...Goes unnoticed!Over the millionth of disput.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2156586/ A tiny star.A toppled leaf.A lost Firefly.A bird inside a cage.Asked 'Who am I?'The inner voice answered:'Certainly not, who you think you are!And neither what context you are in...!You are much more!'Upon harking themselves.And it twinkled.And it swam over a stream.And it blinked brighter in the wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2156585/ "...and she thinks twice,Before riding an empty bus,Before travelling alone,Before meeting her uncles,Before trusting someone...She could have trusted!Who says it's feminism...If she says teach a man!Teach a man who a woman is!Teach a man, that she feels uncomfortable-If you stare at her!If you touc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2156584/ That soft ambience.Some glitters, some lives.Claps and laughter.The warmth inside this room,Though the world seems frozen!Everyone is smiling.She sees no sorrow in their eyes.Probably, they too are good,In veiling them.She ponders.Again claps the crowd And laughs every corner.She tries floating.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2134594/ In the forest of many crowds,Lived a tiny girl. All of them so phoney. She never thought!Some smiled so sweet-To poke that knife from behind!And some pulled her down...To rule and to raise their reign.She was glad that she was just-A spirit.For they could never kill her.Or an inch of her b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2123555/ Dragged to the old lane,The string of kites.An old unfinished story.And through the babbling fights,She stood dwindling-The past was not painful-But why it pricked,Her bare feet in that old lane.Her laughter was rejoiced.And so were her tears.Amidst the mocking faces,She preserved her silence.It has.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2119990/ I just realized-I am a human now!Bequeathed with the power!From another human!I mock aloud…As someone falls down.And extend no hands.I feel proud of-Being the supreme…And chop everything-The voiceless beings.If not this one,I know I can create a new machine!At the end…I am a hum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2109237/ I seek a bard, deep in me!While on my voyage in the street! With no argosy, confront where I, A thousand of stories! Limned on their face,Thoughts as high as tides!Some rough, some smooth,Inhumed under their smiles,Bestrewed pieces of  life,I walk, reading them all!Blithe, a few .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2107058/ That emptiness visits her again…In the frozen corner of her broken veins!She taps one and let it bleed-The faintness of her past refrains!She runs to catch hold of that space-Of no worth and just in vain!Time as slender as a reed…Slips from her hand-To not to be found again!Had she kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2084215/ When the melancholic evening,Brings to her those delusions-Of being at her nest-Of being loved-And cared with a delight…She sighs and turns behind,And to behold nothing-But a broken string…Attached to her wings!In that pursuit-Of crossing those limits…Seldom had she thought&hell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2081305/ Seek the darkness-When you begin your journey…Into the benighted tunnel!That light at the end-Will not astound you anymore! Seek that warmth within you-When the world goes frigid andcold…The withered spirit of the lostbattle!This warmth shal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2076524/ And after that crowd,I grabbed my umbrella-And my solitude-Took the narrow lane!Gazed at the sky-The monsoon clouds-And loneliness!Perfect!Pearls from the broken necklace-It rained…Alone, I thought I was-Then I harked!I could hear them talk-As loud as they could-In that rhythmic tone-One shou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2060691/ When you are deep in sleep,And under the blanket, something creeps,Scratching with her eight rough limbs!And amidst the dark,You hold her in your hand!To know who she is!However brave, you standAgainst the world and adversity!A single big house spider!Can make you realize!How chicken-hearted!You can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2044909/ What it feels like- if you are set free-Yet caught in the freedom?A sharp knife hanging at your throat!Between you and the world-You find yourself ployed!Avouched to breathe!All, except the air!Your blood turns blue-Yet you are not allowed to yell!You are told to share what yearned-Your heart!At the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2028595/ When what that shines brighter,Than those stars in the sky,Are the flashes of airplanes…And the city glitters-With thousands of lanterns, lamps, and lights-Raw and pure…The fragrance of water-That breeze fetches for me.I sat on the verdant moss-Besides her, keeping my chin-Over my knee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2023835/ When this spring brings to me,Some silence-While I walk down the lane-Thousands, stepped on.I knew down in me-A lost child seeks-The warmth!I certainly look for-No words-But that silence…Where I could lie down!And feel-The pain that strangled.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/2020394/ And another fine morning,I sat on the same wooden stump,to feel those pearly dews-And to introspect-How beauteous, that silence could be!And, I saw that love coming to me,As fast as she could run-She came and sat beside me.We did not share our words.The warmth of possession-Though, overwhelmed.Yes, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1988775/ When my words were confined,And my thoughts suppressed,And my fear being nurtured-I saw my anger speak!It spoke-The words, no-one heard!Drenching my lashes and heart!My thoughts yelled-And yet the silence remained!Within me-The agony stood-Though no-one saw!But, ssh!I heard my tears!As loud as they .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1972948/ Gently strikes his hammer-And dusts off-Coughs and clears his throat.Some pieces of rock!When his fate itself deludes!Their fates, he assigns!Some as angels!Some as Gods!Some shall remain as it!Some shall not!Beautifully, he crafts-Each piece that shall be-That faith to many!Many shall bow on the kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1928793/ How hard is it, to know- The cost of war?When you have gallons of oils…And piles of money at one end,And a dying mother at another-And we still chose the former,As the latter, only gave us this life!When you walk-Walk amidst the fumes of grenades-And you see an infant suckling-Suckling a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1909521/ I saw a woman with a dandelion-In my dream-She was covered in dirt-But her aura never concealed!Forgotten, must be!She blossomed every month!That bud of life,A canvas in her-Painted in red…And struck with the pain,Vibrant, she walked still…Sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1905734/ They flew…Swiftly, whirling together,Their silhouettes-Those slithering reflection on the vast sea!She beheld-Parking her dying soul,On the old rugs of memoriesShe dusted her wings,She once promised-Of kissing those limitless horizons…She beheld-The fading sun,The silent shores,And tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1877437/ That ghetto of thoughtsStinks with the unwashed-emotional lesions,Spread around the darkness-Deep in that dying heart.The walls of veins-all scratched and tattered.An urge. For the freedom from self.Coyly smiling at the pain-That assaulted the tears.Who is butchering the light?A hope that once .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1846449/ How narrow a mind can be?When you are worried about a few droplets,In front of that enormous sea!And secretly, keep a coin in that pocket-Inside the vaults of gold ingots, till your knee! Still! You complain of no good sleep-On that bed of linens, warm and cozy!That discomfort you grow, in that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1843916/ “A drop-Falls from the distant blue-Whirling and twirling-Hits that window-pane…And another follows- its rule-And hits again that window-pane,And finally, many of them fall-Like the tap-dancers in the rhythm tap!And washes the blemish in that window-pane!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1761878/ The white curtains withfeather-prints on them flutter like a dove, a symbol of freedom, as thismorning breeze gently traversed through them. The rain has stopped by now.Another dawn of contentment filled with splendour. The aroma of dampened soilmakes the air- worth breathing. In the norther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1725324/ A perfect day-A perfect sunshine,Radiance traversing…The leaves and the branches,Butterflies fluttering…This wind ambling through…The flag that kept his soul-Alive!His body laid on this land…Where he fought valiantly-Until his last breath bid him-Adieu…A son of thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1702893/ As the yesteryear wraps itselfup-I walk…The same lane…I was on…Watching each year passing by…Smiles waving at me…And grieves clutching my lace…I saw them all…An autumn of loneliness…Clouds of challenges.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1697691/ When her night’s wideawake…Whilst her day prepares forit best-She leans against…This iron fence-And beholds the sky-That always galvanized her-And her lost soul!She glances the m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1582593/  "Ofthis darkness-And the world...Upside down!I dream of those tiny stars...And these clouds-Above my town,One fine day-All shall meet-The dreams of their own...To this darkness-That made me-A dreamer!An allegory-I do love the darkness...And this .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1551057/ "When I was a child-This moon was not still!As it is now!Trust me...It ambled-Along with me...Up the hills-Through the canopy-And meandered in that stream-But now-I am no more a child!And my moon-(Sighs!)Revolves around this earth!Sadly, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1551036/ A visual poetry, I must say. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1549788/ I traversed the sky-Where this sun was still asleep!For there exists some lines-Never meant to be crossed!As life keeps on adding chapters,After chapters…The old ones-That you have treasured!Learn to live this moment-You are in! I passed by the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1510779/ If she was the one passing by these ‘woods’-She should fear- of human race- and she SHOULD!For no one will see her stopping there!And  someone may snatch herinnocence- so crude! Her little heart must think- it’s weird,To stop in a place- where on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1496456/ The thuds andthe squeaks…And the silence…Of the concealedclatters…Fills the humidambiance…The splash ofthe mud…And the hoveringwasps…Somewhere behindthe bamboos…Rests the mightytrunk…Smelling thes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1493413/ A floret tumbler…Of the glass and thecrystal-One of her mighty possession-Stood on the  shelf-Glorious…Her eyes on it-Many stories to unwind-With those windingcreepers-On it’s wall…Its lining-The memoirs ofyesteryear&hel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1458881/ (Yes, For them-Who think...That you left me!Sorry as well,For I just heard you-In the early chirrups…You are the Universe-Around me) You follow me as the wind,And guard me like the stars,And chant the best of thechirps,To heal these undying scars….. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1452471/                      When I am done…With this ruthless world-I shall crack these planks-And shall set myself free-And shall fade away into that wilderness-Where no morta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1443310/ A tribute to Reyhaneh Jabbari            In that pool of tears-She splashes her drenched lashes-Washes out that stainOf agony! And galvanizes that smileOn her bruised lips… Gathers her hairs&helli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1427467/ When the swap of these hours,Brings in the hilarity of yesteryears,And breaks my notion of being composed,My soul trapped in those layers…And I knew, it was vague! Layers of  years ofmemories…And of dreams that we dreamt…Of this bliss,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1405184/ A silhouette of-A man and a kid-(At the backdrop:A dark sky-you can ever imagine!Ablazeand that ghostly fumes amid…) Man:“… what you are up to, my boy?And where are the folks of your kind?”Boy:“… I am in between the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1392173/ WhenI traverse Thislane of lushness…Underthis shed of shadow…Everyevening…Ibehold,Thisgush of rare breeze-Andthe petals that plunge-Ofthe Gulmohar bloom-On.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1370889/ Sleepless,I called…To,That dozen of sombre nights,WhenI found myself-Lost-Inthe loneliness, in that crowd!Inthe darkness, under those lights!Isearched for the verses ThatI lost-Andthe rhymeThathates me now!Withthe words-of-meanin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1368885/ Isaid:“TheWorld? (… Especially the people in it?) Oh,you want me toTalkabout them!?” Iexplained:“Behold,Theythought that they detached us!Bycutting that cord!Butthey never realized thatI amattached to you still.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1347363/ Thatbell rings,And heopens that door,Andthat newspaper flips…Andmany of “that” lures… Thatmansion of money…Ofthat dirty game, he won!Inthat crowd of news!Hewalks- that alone… Heread his &ldq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/1343453/