Life
The Animal Inside
It is a
chilled embrace,
separated by distance.
Why the grief has brought us together?
The time ejects
you― from your hot niche.
You smell black. The apples rot.
Nigella. The love-in-a-mist
was gone.
The history will not
forgive me. Leaving your horse
in battlefront. Going for a
moon. O god― I was trying to
stop the bleed.
You climb again
the steps to meet the beast
of the jungle. Don't measure
the faith. I will wait for
resurrection.
Fewa in A Mug of Coffee
A moment on the Cyber Café at Fewa Lake
1.
In the Mug of the Fewa Lake
Reflecting the pure blueness of the sky
With the fluttering of the Fishtail
My eyes sparkle with
The taste of organic coffee
That chills my throat
By the tranquil and serene Fishtail
My whole heart at ease
In a mug of coffee.
2.
Faraway in the foothill
A heavenly village
Of the stone houses in row
From the black slated rooftops
Pours the rains of golden rays
By the blushing evening
My tender lips taste
The beauty of village green
Into mellifluous nectar
In a mug of coffee.
3.
From the field of greenery
Resonates the incredible laughter
Of the village girls
With the flocks of sheep
Back to their village homes
Reveals their enticing beauties
This dusky moment creates
The heartthrob of the village
As an allegory of folk song
In a mug of coffee.
4.
On the west side of Fewa Lake
In harmony with the Eve
A charming couple, newly married
Inebriated in ardor and fervor
Cruises on a wooden boat
Into the waters of the Fewa lake
With dancing rudders itch
The ripple and surge of
Foamy and bubbly love
In a mug of coffee.
5
Around the Annapurna range
Tiny airplanes
Like the white butterflies
Fluttering in the air
The corneas of the eyes
Kiss the tops of the Himalayas
In the Annapurna ranges
Perceive the gesture with
Miracle and marvel
In a mug of coffee.
6
In the lucid and clear gloom
Before the breaking of dawn
The Eyes of the Sarangkot
Grasp the Himalaya ranges
Glowing like the blaze
Of the golden mountains
My beholding eyes in awe!
As the sun rises up the East
The Himalayas resume
Its splendor into silvery beauty
In a mug of coffee.
7
Like the fairy in Fairy tales
With imitated wings
My beloved glides high
From the lofty height of Sarankot
Her eyes scribble the poetry –
Serenity of Fewa,
Tranquility of Fishtail
Vivacity of Pokhara,
The visitors in bliss
On the verge of Fewa lake I’m
Waiting for her to land
The metaphor tastes sugary
In a mug of coffee.
8
The Raniban hills
In the south of the Fewa lake
My fatigued legs
Ascend the stone paths
To the top of the Raniban hill
The Raniban Resort
Silence of nowhere
Quiet, still and calm
As if living in another planet
With hot frothy black coffee
In a mug of coffee.
9.
Hanging from the sky
Thrives atop the Raniban
The blooming Garden
Enjoying the amazing Evening,
The unannounced rain shower
The essence of my body
So cool and weary,
Desires the tepid and balmy
Black coffee that springs into
The warmth over my body
In a mug of coffee.
10
From the top of the resort
My eyes glimpse beneath
Serene and calm Mug of Fewa lake
Tranquil and quite Sarankot
Emerald green Raniban
Surroundings of
So many hilltops
Of green and greeneries
My body enlightens itself too
Into hill of greenery
As the sky darkens
Intense black is the coffee
In a mug of coffee.
11
All my belonging left
In a city lodge,
Only me and my beloved
Only with unspoken word
Like the simile and metaphor
My poetry of love
Warm embrace
In a lone room
Of the Raniban resort
The essence of passion spills over
In a mug of coffee.
*
My Selfie
Before the dawn ripens,
My beloved wakes up.
By her side I’m still roused
In the bemused dream.
The fragrance of her hairs
Itched my placid nostril.
The cool breath of the morn
Unruffled the gist of my body
The thin seam of my skin
Sore by depth of the night.
Breathed into life again.
The luscious lips of bygone day
Kissed the juicy lips of the day
The imagery of my poetry
Blush her lips in velvety glow.
Out of the window
Of my room of passion
The sunbird whistles.
The tree with ripe fruits
Plunges to the earth
Dispersing the fine words
Of my poetry scribbled.
In the terrace between
In and out of the moment,
Me and my beloved
Rest on the day to come,
In the flashes of sun
Just out of the East
I snap a selfie – my selfie.
Breakfast
The Poetry that I never created,
But the seconds of my day
That I adored so much.
Couldn’t grip the moments
Of my day in my fists
As the iceberg of the day
Set into water and spilled over
From the seams of my fists.
After my morning routine,
I’d befall at `
The dining table of my kitchen,
For my everyday breakfast
With a Mug of Coffee
Or a Cup of Tea
Arising the whole fullness in
The emptiness within me.
The morn spun another page
Of my erstwhile diary
With the deeds of that very day,
Too much absorbed I’d be in
Savoring the flavor in me
So that my time spilled out
Of my clenched fists
Might never be in futile.
*
Not You. Not Me
Wading into future,
why do you carry so many
names?
Will you forget me
wearing my watch?
You were the timer―
not the time. Trying
to unlock the mystery
of tongues.
Killers? Who says?
What about the songbirds?
The whistling dolphins?
Why you are misunderstood?
Why do you sin
on the name of deity?
You were not there
in crowd, when I fell down
and people went running over me.
Scuttling
Enfant terrible.
I disown myself,
and try to follow my
occult intution.
Crossing the magnetic
field, I become neutral.
You will have to
collect my tears.
There will be no anniversary
of the funeral,
I will die imperfectly.
Failed to kiss the uninviting
throat of the knife. It
went straight into
my unread anthology.
Your smile will chase me
like a black spider. Its lethal
venom was painless.
Black and blue, if
I could perspire in the
freezing snow of the flames.
Draw Your Pen
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
The time to pursue your dreams is right now.
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
There’s no waiting. It’s time to go.
What’s wrong? What’s the matter?
Are you alright? Please talk to me, okay?
Did you lose your home again?
Are your parents disowning you?
I’m here for you only if you let me in.
I cannot guide you, but I will be along for the ride.
They cannot put strings on you forever
If you find the scissors to cut them.
Your passions are only for you to decide.
Life on Earth could end tomorrow so why the fuck are you wasting your time?
You were born for adventure so you might as well draw your pen.
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
The time to pursue your dreams is right now.
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
There’s no waiting. It’s time to go.
There’s one thing that you need to know;
It’s to always keep an open mind.
You will possess such beautiful magic
If you would only take a chance.
The universe is so much bigger than we realize.
The sun will not last forever. It’s just a fireball that can burn out.
Marine life is going extinct and it’s all our fault.
Life on Earth could end tomorrow so why the fuck are you wasting your time?
You were born for adventure so you might as well draw your pen.
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
The time to pursue your dreams is right now.
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
There’s no waiting. It’s time to go.
Pellets Of Frozen Pain
Becoming wolverine,
to find the mutant gene.
What I wanted was, to find
a companion.
You had moved on―
reviving the ontogeny.
Struggling with your mystery,
a god changes his norm.
Always― failed to know
myself, there was a nagging
question. Why? You accept
and then mutilate the new born faith.
The animal instinct rises to hate―
your own species for liberation.
I dare not to confess
the role of flesh in blaming the spirit.
A crisis renews the
holiness to hide behind
the words of a current avatar.
End Game
I would dream every night.
Are you there among the crushing
artifacts? The ruins―
had entered into my
bones. The erosion demands
the price of tomorrow.
Make it easy the severance
of my right arm. Blood does not
frighten me. It was donated.
I have frozen fears. I cannot
touch you. Not in day light.
Darkness will carry my
poems to you.
Blank papers will weep
for unwritten end of the naked
truths. Plasma will dry up.
There is no bone marrow
to be investigated for graft.