Til Kumari Sharma

 
Til Kumari Sharma is an internationally awarded poet, essayist, story writer, reviewer, translator and so on. She has won numerous awards through writing around the world. She is a  best-seller amazon no 1 poet A Spark of Hope  Vol.III, Creating a Better World, Break the Silence Vol.III. She is a featured poet around the world in The Poem  Posse 2023, 24, 25.  And many where. She is a poet in the world record book “ Hyper poem”. She has got the World Creative Hero Award from LOANI. Anyway she is a world famous author who was born in Paiyun 7- Hile, Parbat, West Nepal. Now she is in  Kirtipur Kathmandu. Her portrait by Ukeme Udo is famous.

Her single books up to this time are published.
They are below……

1.      World Famous Philosophy: Tilaism/ Pushpaism  ( Nepali &  English )

2. PushpaLakshya (Nepali language )

3. Priyanka and Nanda  (Nepali language)

4. Letter to Father (Nepali language)

5. Drama- English

6. Dynamic World Leading Poetry-1300 English poems

7. Poems that Shake the World: Nature, Politics and I  or  Biswa Hallaune Poem – 876 Nepali Poems

8. World Moving Poetry: Nature,  Politics and Love – 1510 English Poems

9. Creation within Nature- 1941 English Poems

10. Give Death Penalty to Cyber Criminals & Thunderbolt of Feminism against Them – India, 50 English Poems

11. Humanity & Morality in Essence – India, 80 English Poems

12. Pushpa Journey’s Flower in World Leadership – 354 Nepali Poems

13. Leading World with Humanity and Morality – 250  English poems

14. Society and Nation in World Literature -271 Nepali  poems

Poems:

1. My Statue of Letters:

 
 Alphabets and the words are my close mates.
They are shining here and there.
They make me alive and lively.
The beauty in them shines all over the world.
The ethical world is all over the world.
My glory lives in words.
Tomb of richness is in the earth.
The divine soul takes birth again and again.
The rebirth happens eternally to make earth morale.
The divine soul of mine dances in the spiritual song.
Happiness and sadness are mixed there.
The glory is  the highest in the world.
My statue is  the highest  jewel in the earth.
My statue is the highest glory in the earth to bring the ethical crown of the earth.
Letters weave my statue of eternity.
The alive beauty is there.
That is true  with morals.
That is our human jewel.

Nov. 7-2024

  
2. Words as crown in My Head:

 
Strong attachments within words
No parents can heal my wound.
No friends can take my load of tension.
I am jailed in the cage of rough politics.
My job questing should be with politics not my talents.
I am so proud not to visit them.
I am not sick but politics is sick.
Nobody understands the poetic building.
The wealth of money is a happy life for them.
The wisdom is not prestige for them.
I seem sick to them.
Their anxiety and depression of mind dismantle my poetic home.
Their nearness harms my creativity.
How to bring distance is my solution.
Materialistic explanations are taught by them.
Different from them is my attitude of the head.
So, words crown my head.

Dec. 2-2024

3. Silence of  My Art in My Nation:

 
My art glorifies the world with nationality.
I am the truth reporter and truth teller.
My art always glorifies the nation in the world.
Art is a respected phenomenon in the world.
My art is ignored by major national media and TV.
But outside my art is widened.
Is there a bribe needed in the media of Nepali TV and newspapers?
I became puzzled here.
I needed the support of the truth not of money.
I needed the security of me and my art.
But  the truth is hidden here.
Beyond the border, the truth is widened.
Even family and relative few members have egos of my fame and name.
My positivity to all is my error.
They make an entry from the opposite gang.
So, my journey is alone.
Silence is my art in this soil.
Sometimes the earthquake walks to say my glory of living.
Sometimes fire mentions my truth on the earth.
The real journey is wounded by insecurity and egoist people.
Alas! My art is silence in my birth soil.
So, I feel lone among the people of my blood and soil.

Jan.16-2025

4.  Painful  Love:

The love in which I was within desert.
Tears were making the green grave.
True love died earlier.
The fake love I did not want.
Then I make the garland of humanity to love all.
No discrimination  is there.
Painful love is making a bed of tears.
The unendurable love is more painful than death.
It is great  endurance for me.
Love was sick from my unborn status.
Love is a cave for me.
If he touches another girl, then love dies.
Then I stand in my art.
In my tears, poetry becomes a faithful mate to share.
Saves me from madness.
So I married the art of healing.
That is spiritual writing.
Without a partner, I keep my name and historical record of life.
I love art.

Mar. 25-2025

Til Kumari Sharma

 Paiyun 7- Hile

 Parbat, Nepal