Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Ms. Til Kumari Sharma as Multi Award Winner in writing from international sector is from Bhorle- Hile, Paiyun 7, Parbat, West Nepal. Her parents are Mr. Hari Prasad Bashyal and Mrs Liladevi Bhusal / Bashyal. She has published many thousands of poems, some essays, and stories and other literary writings in Int. Magazines, groups and anthologies from Russia, America, England, Hong Kong, Greece, Philippines, Hungary, Brazil, Chile, Scotland, Indonesia, Bangladesh, South Africa, Kenya, Nigeria, North Africa, Trinidad and Tobago, Spain, India, Nepal and many other countries. She is featured -poet and best -selling co-author too. She is world renowned poet now.
Demise of My Love:
Love’s death early in starting,
The much drought in feeling of love
No sense of humanity I got.
No sense of kindness I got.
No sense of true love I got.
Doubt is foremost thing to kill me.
No essence of love is born here.
But death of love is transformed in my precious art.
Eternity it has planted.
Isolation is in my demise of love.
Fake love where no security I got.
No devotion in doubtful love of him.
Now I am free bird to build my art of living.
But tears build the home of eternal art.
Now I can live without love.
But I can not live without my art of words.
Day and night are shining in my writing of art.
Now I am artist of universe
Living in palace of words not wealth.
True love is nowhere in earth.
My art is my breath till the end of life.
I may die but my eternal art never dies.
Even death is afraid with my art of words.
I am living as fairy goddess in art.
The words of art are born from my womb of mind.
No need of love of money and wealth,
My art is higher than any diamond and wealth of universe.
I am living in the simplicity of my precious art.
Love you art as my soulmate to share the demise of love.
Sept.5-2023
Despair of Love
Vanished love of heart in hell of politics
Seeking true heart is illusion.
Heart is court of justice.
But separation is accepted.
People call love as one of two hearts.
But illusion of definition is love here today.
Money and jewel are counted enough.
Materialistic love is valued here.
True love is got only by fortunate fellow.
The love of mine is fortunate to someone.
His love to me is misfortune due to his less heart to me.
Because he loves two.
It means true love is not exchanged with two transformations.
Dishonesty of someone in love is punishment to me.
How to endure it much pain to me.
How to live is complex to me.
Oho! demise of love is my creative energy.
Keep me in my alienated room to write alone.
Meaning of True Love:
Higher than diamond.
Higher beyond palace.
The true hearts of two never exchanged.
Both are equal in love and caring.
No hacking by politics and religion.
No down to make each other.
Wonderful the true love is.
Rope of light in heart
The true love is once not twice.
From heart and soul
Not from body and materialistic lifel
But alas ! my true love was earlier in grave before my birth.
How do I achieve is impossible then turn to art to be eternal goodness of moral light.
Art is my universe of fine love.
Sharing to it as my painful memories
Real light is in my true heart
Without partner it gives birth of art in my own universe.
© Til Kumari Sharma from Nepal
Sept.6-2023
