Illusion

Illusion

A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Illusion




Illusion


I walked and passed by the girl,

She was merely smiling......

I saw her head, bend down,

She had her own story to cry out


I walked and passed by the crowds...

They were racing to get the way..

the doors were closed but they moved on...

Yelling, howling and Unpleasant Shout !!


I walked and passed by the buildings,

Proudly standing aside and laughed at me,

"You ,all ,are of stones, we can feel and see,

...You are artificial...hollow...empty and stout..."


I walked and passed by the mirror,

there I saw...thousands of thoughts and pieces of me...

Unpleasant smiles...Mock face and the tides of sea...

Illusion...illusion and illusion...I cried out...

[ This was what i felt when i walked on the streets of Kathmandu ]





Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel " Hridayaninadini"

Naturally Nepal

Dedicate this poem to all those who are wearing Illusion...

Kathmandu, Mitrapark,

Time: 9:30 pm , 18th December , 2010

Posted by Sanjeeta sharma pokharel "Hridayaninadini' at 8:17 AM

© 2011 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"


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i dont know if youths of Nepal know where they are going. it wont be wrong for us to be called lost generation. so many insecurities surround us. a puzzled soul grinded between two poles of west and east. a survivor of war and hate. carriers and aim seem like distant birds. we rather are happy in illusions. we made hazes around us so we couldn't see the reality mirror.. but when we often see it, we see the shattered us. how wonderfully you tell your own story which symbolizes us-- a lost generation!

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i dont know if youths of Nepal know where they are going. it wont be wrong for us to be called lost generation. so many insecurities surround us. a puzzled soul grinded between two poles of west and east. a survivor of war and hate. carriers and aim seem like distant birds. we rather are happy in illusions. we made hazes around us so we couldn't see the reality mirror.. but when we often see it, we see the shattered us. how wonderfully you tell your own story which symbolizes us-- a lost generation!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Kathmandu, Nepal



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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..