It was like a painting
Dispersed in the white walls
The black dark
I was aware: I had been battling for long
And, part of me was tired
And, it remained immovable
You would warm your palms
In the burning coal
Put them on my cold rosy cheeks
Because, you know Kathmandu used to be so cold.
You would brew warm cup of tea,
To hear my nonsense over it.
I would complain, it is too cold.
I would complain, Life is hard.
And, you laugh over it and say~
Tell me something new!
Then, we would laugh!
Dear Dijju, (Sister)
Lafayette was -3 last time!
I yearned for everything~
Tea and talk besides warmth.
We would sit over the gas heater
Switch on Television for the regular Hindi Serials
Over the LED light that glowed only over the ceiling,
And, sometimes candle.
Because, Kathmandu suffered load shedding 🙂
I would read Tales from “Swasthani Barta Katha”,
And, you will fall asleep!
And~ I would keep on reading without complaining
Sometimes, we would discuss
How women were treated in the time of “Gods”? Continue reading
That line supposed to separate
Hope and hopelessness
Life and death
Who draws it?
Whose hand are those
That carves fate in the forehead?
You were the one
To walk on the path
Did you create it yourself?
Are you treading on the path created by someone else?
That sublimity scares you!
Nirvana crack down your nerves!
You want it
At the same time don’t want it.
In the mess of sensation
You forget yourself
When your cheeks were imprinted
With my lipstick stains
Didn’t you forget yourself?
In those arms with warm embrace
You lose yourself
When you were held so tight
Didn’t you completely lose yourself?
In the mess of anguish, stress and pain
You strive to plant hope
Didn’t you want to water it too?
In the mess of life,
You struggle to find those tiny happiness
Dear, that’s why I smile ((:
In that pocket
Life is kept safe
More than the wallet
More than the house key
More than anything that’s valuable
There is You ~ my happiness
I call it heart!
Poem 2: Junkiri Nights
Moon was hiding behind that naked Tree
I viber-ed you
The image I managed to capture with phone
There was something I could only capture
You easily enter and exit
Without my consent
And throw away
Your used condoms
Full of semen every where
You don’t care the stone there
Where your wife probably have
Dropped some vermillion on …
You bring your “girl”
She drops her blood…
I remain silent ~ I don’t speak !!!
Sometime later you come with bottles,
Piss on me,
Puke over me,
Spit over me,
Or when you are alone
You ejaculate over me…
Your girl comes to throw away your baby
I can’t babysit
Poor succumbs to death, the very next morning