To, dear Sunkoshi ~ With Love

It feels like yesterday, I walked along your bank, walked inside you splashing you here and there as I liked, while you played with me too…with full of love. It was you Dear Sunkoshi, how loveable were you then, how beautiful and how sublime were you then. The precious feeling while I walked along your bank forced me to compose poetry full of love. It feels like yesterday while I strolling along your bank I weaved the story in my head. Do you know I was knitting the plot of my love while I fell for you, Oh Dear Sunkoshi !!!

While I landed back to Kathmandu, I saw you all over in paper, television, I read news about you. I was not in any mood to believe anything. To, believe anything that you are facing such a huge disaster in life will be nearly the death of me. Suddenly you are there Sunkoshi and suddenly you are not there. You have changed so much that I can hardly recognize you. Yet, I love you with equal amount of feelings, with that passion. But this time with full of pain and cries. Oh! Sunkoshi, how can one bear such a big disaster in life? How can the hills betray you and suicide over the cost of you and hundreds of life that you have been living with? How much painful it is for you to bear the death of hundreds of lives that you have nurtured for thousands of years? How are you bearing the devastation that you are facing right now? And how silent you are ? 

I know you have bear so much in life, seen so much of life ~ birth, growth and death of the people you lived with. You have been facing it all your life. Yet you flow all the time eternally continuing your life, moving on yourself, flowing towards the eternity. But hearsay, you have been obstructed, your movement curtailed and suddenly you are not flowing and you are stagnant now. How can I bear to see you stagnant in your life Sunkoshi? How can a flowing river be suddenly stopped and stuck and imprisoned?

Mothic Future

I am looking at those fluttering moths

Hovering around the light so bright

In the midst of this dark night

Searching for the warmth they are …

Wanting the warmth..

Warmth that is all in vain..

I imagine a “mothic Future”..so much uncertain

They hover around to make themself warm

Unaware they are all in charm,

Getting the fake warmth

More moths came fluttering…

Hovering as others did..

Soon I observe,

Them falling

They are falling…

Oh my God said I…

“They are dying”..

Their future so uncertain…a mothic Future…dying in the end..

Dying from the warmth they need…

More Moths are falling, more and more are dying,

I am here observing,

A Mothic Future indeed.

Same as theirs..I imagine my future..yes its uncertain…

Infact nothing is certain in this world,

Waiting the certainty..we hover as the moths did..

And in the end

We fall

We fall

And we meet the Death so uncertain…

A Mothic Future indeed DW

Memento

Disgraceful Memento…I am preserving..

Right here inside a pounding thing…

The moments I want to burn..are burning me inside…

Memento I want to keep till I am alive…

Those feelings of togetherness ..will be alive..

Memento would be preserved till I am alive…

Tranquility I am feeling living with these wounds…

Emotions…eluding me..making me feel disgraceful…

It would have been a delightful Memento..if it weren’t ….

Memento for a life time..

It would have been an achievement…

But what happened…that turned the world upside down..

Eluding…yes it is eluding…either its guilt or passion..

Why I suffered..immensely…???

Am I culprit of my pounding thing…

The right part hurts the most…

Bleeding the most…

Still preserving the most precious moments…

Making it a delightful Memento..

P.S. ( Life’s such an uncertain thing..and some moments become memento..)

Uncertainty….

Uncertain is life and life is uncertain

The pain is uncertain and the gain is uncertain…

The sense of enlightening words are uncertain…

The happiness is uncertain and the sadness is uncertain…

Uncertain is life and life is uncertain….

The words bounded to hear yesterday were uncertain…

The first sense of emotion is uncertain….

The hatred is uncertain…the love is uncertain…

Those eyes were uncertain…those arms were uncertain…

Uncertain is life and life is uncertain….

Uncertain is the wind and the cool brezzes….

The weather is uncertain. I know it can rain anytime….

I know sun can rise again uncertainly….

Uncertain is life…uncertain are transistory feelings..

Uncertain is life and life is uncertain….

Unnecessary words were uncertain…

The feeling of hate was uncertain…

The refrain….yes the refrain…is uncertain

Uncertain is life and life is uncertain….

You were uncertain and you are Uncertain DW…

I tell you this I am uncertain too…DW