Details |
Rajkumar Pudasaini Poem
Blind heart Rajkumar Pudasaini
One more morning
here again!
Lovely heat, Honest air,
Trust worthy environment, so
I opened my window, then
a pair of white doves
hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray
there they made three rounds inside where I am and still, no place to stay
silly doves do not sit on the floor. High fy - royalist
walking legs are may sore, so the best idea for them would be to
jumping from the coat to pants, from shirt to the coat again.
peeking, pooping
Okay ….. !!
I picked up a lump and throw it, Again
hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray,
wounds of injury, sticked dirt on pants
dirty food thrown on the road,
This is their search for shelter and food, on my things
but how much to endure,
I'm hungry too
it is white and easy to see,
I picked another lump and shooted/hooray
hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray,
rounding and rounding around...,
and then sat in a plastic bag, sniffing,
this time they ware bit faster, maybe in a hurry.....
ohaa no no !!son of , This is my food.!!!!
To satisfy with, my hunger did play the magical role
to have it inside the trap of coat
berry prepared for another vote.
- I accepted them
- They ate my share
- And I ate the same,
Yes it is the same, either doves or them
Now, all stability
finally breathed,
I seems to be alive,
listened to the outside accommodation,
someone in the distance, with its loud voice
.calm down,! calm down!!.... human rights. ... human rights .....
was saying
songs
musical concerts. 29-04-2020
Copyright © Rajkumar Pudasaini | Year Posted 2020
|
Details |
Rajkumar Pudasaini Poem
A story to tell
my own
single but dialectical
listen, will you?
Me alone! (This is the title)
When I am I
What I can say, what different would I be?
For example,
( I would be - alone, deranged, restless within myself)
But
When I am not I
(Meaning, something related to heart stuffs)
Here, I would become somebody else.
It's alright
I would be something different:
( Empty, Joyful, Mad. I would smile, dance, talk, be happy, be kidding,)
I would be
Just like a man.
Now I can say,
It is the heart
that can become me.
My god
and,
It is the heart itself, that takes me
away from myself.
He is also my god
Mind;
Myself, grows in my mind,
destroys me arbitarily,
pulls me with strings of false love affair,
breaks me in half
slices me in half
still - I am , I remain
a shape, with body and heart
but, selfish abundantly-
I want to reveal something here
my things
of those right moments
That hints of arrival in (my heart), wakes up as it wants (heart), and walks far away from me,
In an different environment,
In an special circumstances
In memory! Imagination! Tightly together! Together!
Amazing!
Its all soft
Its all love
Its all flowers
Its all water
Its all you
Its all rosy
Its all me
Shook me oops!
I am here! I am the same ! My own I.
The same, staring alone!
What happened here or there?
or her!... and where... What is not here?...Disappeared... Where did it go?.. What heppened?
What have my eyes seen?
My mind in every possible corner! and my heart!
Or in my eyes! someone..
Or in the air? Nothing, empty This is zero!
What is this?
Sweat without any work! In my forehead?
Fatigue without any struggle! In my body?
Racing heart beat!
Reaction without any action!
The struggle between me and me within myself ---
I am astonished!! 12/05/2020
Copyright © Rajkumar Pudasaini | Year Posted 2020
|
Details |
Rajkumar Pudasaini Poem
The moment of survival
In life,
If the geography of the journey has been seen, then
The heart will breaks in pieces on happiness
The joy of moving- the galaxy of destination
imaginations / dreams
+
On the go
If the way is seen
the environment becomes glorious
in the speed of walking and the rhythm of the road
a nice musical performance of the footsteps and the path,
+
Moving ahead
If one's feet finds a place to put
Just look!
excellent
Accident less
Safe journey,
+
While stepping up
if chances of the footprints are estimated:
guess what !
may go crazy, yes crazy, can have dream, that
There is a future
+
On the go
If there is an impression of land,
only close somewhere or the fragrance of the soil
the heart stops!
=
but,
In the course of life, if
there is only you, no steps
there are senses, no feelings,
then, impatience life, it trembles
life is in the dark Journey
life is in the black whole
Copyright © Rajkumar Pudasaini | Year Posted 2020
|
Details |
Rajkumar Pudasaini Poem
Deep Inside Rajkumar Pudasaini
I am crying ………..
------------ it is weird that I am crying nooo
Tears are not well!
We talked and
She said to me,
in a grammar some kind of, in some context
something like the water
And maybe, I might would stand for the stone or
I am there in one place, promising, steadfast
- She was following around,
Changing her color
Coming from high top and going down, or vise versa
Falling, Moving, climbing, weaving,,
Every time new, every time creative,
every time lively,, every time different…….
to be wet with her water I am there
she makes it full And sometimes half, and so on so,
Water goes into my heart and I become wet
and then Moist juicy tears!
I am crying….!!!
Oohha uufff,, no, ammmmm,, . Please I am
I am sorry, I a a mm c r y ing.
5-16-2020 , ktm, Nepal.,
Copyright © Rajkumar Pudasaini | Year Posted 2020
|
Details |
Rajkumar Pudasaini Poem
The way it is, It is in a circle
circle of being us, our stimulation
this is Steaming, we are steamed
Circle of cologne is Smell of sweat
it is keep Sewing us, In the way to care
Smelling cologne, the Wave of breath
with the Purpose of love ,
The way it is, It is in love
it is in circle,
I feel you shining ever
The way you catch me around under of yours
From top to bottom, we leaked into glue
Sticking with it, on mine, From top to bottom
From outside to inside, from inside to the universe
Deepening, flowing, stretching,
Creamy and creamy of your touch
Steaming and steamy of your move
The way you move, You Moved me with you
Slowly slowly to faster
Softy and softy to harder
talking into lips to get
Sharpen into skin to find
Me all over you, You in everywhere mine
the way It is, it is in a circle
circle of the circle, circle of love
The way we are in, In the way of care
Care for mean, Meaning of love
To keep ourselves safe , To keep ourselves alive
Non , no one other
It’s only in us ,.
The way of being a us.
?? ????? ??
?? ??????? ?
?????? ?????, ? ? ?????, ?????? ????????
??????? ????
??????? ????
?? ??????? ?
???? ??????? ???
???????
????? ???
?? ??????? ????
?????? ????? ???????
??????? ?????????? ???,
?? ????? ??
?? ??????? ?
?? ??????? ?,
? ??????? ?????????? ????? ??????
???? ??????? ???? ??????? ???? ????????????
???? ???? ?? ????
???? ???? ???????
?? ???? ??? ???????,
???? ???? ?? ????
???????? ?????
? ????
???? ??????, ??????? ??????
????? ????????, ??????? ???
????? ?????? ?????
??????? ???? ??????? ?????? ???
???????? ???????? ????
??? ??? ?? ???
???????? ???? ???? ?????
????? ?????? ???? ???? ????? ??????
? ????? ??? ??
????? ????? ??? ????
?? ???? ??
???? ????? ???
???????? ??????
???? ?? ???? ??????
???? ?????
??????? ???????? ?????
?????? ????? ?????
???
Copyright © Rajkumar Pudasaini | Year Posted 2020
|
Details |
Rajkumar Pudasaini Poem
Hyy there! Rajkumar Pudasaini
the way to your heart, is
muddy, now days
its been slippery i have fallen many times
look!
i do have a branded shoes, with strong gripy shoe sole in it,
bought it in famous market, nice shop, decent one,
didn’t have this experience before, but here it is,
I don’t know!
please get cemented it, make it good one , will you.?
And
the door to your soul, is-
is crooked
not settled! not smoothly! Its rough! It is scattered
now days,
it does not fit well! makes noiseses! while opening!
looks okay, but the wood is not sanded! Door runners are not oiled!
its rusty that’s why !
it only looks good from distance,
but it has problems,
please!
get fit it, repair it. will you.?
Similarly,
the windows from your eyes, is
is seems fragmentary,
through it you see lots of dust in scenarios,
desolate
cloudy, 1 dimensional, or even dimensionless
sees only the dry hills!
no mountain! no sky! no color! no oceans!
why.?
-- are sessions out here!!
all sessions- spring, summer, fall, autumn, winter
rainbow of colors,
3D variety, !
get all those fixed , and come out,
lets dance.! will you.?
yes get those all fixed!!
we don’t want to have an accident after getting drunk,
yes, its dance and party
of drinking our feelings.
crazy we!!
lol
Copyright © Rajkumar Pudasaini | Year Posted 2020
|
Details |
Rajkumar Pudasaini Poem
Black life
His hands ware
Placed at his back
And putting them together on top of his hip!
They ware tied up stronger and nicely
By stainless steel made tied thing
Which was making easy for them to talk to him, i thought
It may have been fun for them: but actually it was hurting him, I could feel it just observing from photo that I saw
Outside at his physical body- and inside into his heart
It was hurting so much-
Both side-
They ware reacting on him with the name of fake 20$
And He supposed to give them an answer for his action of 20$ that,” it is rumors “but
With tied up, He was down to the earth
He only had one medium of his life to answer them that was, his mouth, his words, his speeches, his thoughts
And which was neither a trustworthy nor a hearable
Because, his mouth is black; his breath is black, his voice is black, his words are black his thoughts, behavior, soul is black HE IS A BLACK man! I saw it clearly
And his hands ware
Placed at his back
And putting them together on top of his hip
They ware tied up strongly- to stop him
He was struggling himself to reacting to their fun on his body
Because his eyes ware opened and so was his ears
I could see their dirty dancing on him and imagine the singing their ugly words which forces him to speak up, so he couldn’t stop, he tends to react, which was fair
I could see- a graceful white man
Fully healthy allegiant handsome white man
He even didn’t see the necessary to take his hands off from his pockets
To laying him down to the earth / what a strong white man!
Easily within that terrific position, he placed his knee to George Floyd’s throat and pressed it smoothly
I felt for George floyd
I felt his vocal cords , through picture
It was squeezing towards closing up
Now seemed, it was being hard for him to breathe ,
so that He was not being able to speak up
But he has to answer them, now in this circumstances, don’t know how! What the hell
But There I see an answer on Floyd because still Floyd’s can see him acting Floyd could think of reacting
His eyes are still open his ears are still open
His mind is alive
Thoughts-
:would they suspense some one like Floyd for rumors of 20$, if Floyd was the white person?
:would they talk to some one like this with pressing a person’s throat if It was for white?
:then He disappeared
I could see Floyd stopped
Seems like it closed
Everything closed!
I don’t know where I am now,’ in this world
But I can feel the black life!
Copyright © Rajkumar Pudasaini | Year Posted 2020
|
Details |
Rajkumar Pudasaini Poem
Black life
His hands ware
Placed at his back
And putting them together on top of his hip!
They ware tied up stronger and nicely
By stainless steel made tied thing
Which was making easy for them to talk to him, i thought
It may have been fun for them: but actually it was hurting him, I could feel it just observing from photo that I saw
Outside at his physical body- and inside into his heart
It was hurting so much-
Both side-
They ware reacting on him with the name of fake 20$
And He supposed to give them an answer for his action of 20$ that,” it is rumors “but
With tied up, He was down to the earth
He only had one medium of his life to answer them that was, his mouth, his words, his speeches, his thoughts
And which was neither a trustworthy nor a hearable
Because, his mouth is black; his breath is black, his voice is black, his words are black his thoughts, behavior, soul is black HE IS A BLACK man! I saw it clearly
And his hands ware
Placed at his back
And putting them together on top of his hip
They ware tied up strongly- to stop him
He was struggling himself to reacting to their fun on his body
Because his eyes ware opened and so was his ears
I could see their dirty dancing on him and imagine the singing their ugly words which forces him to speak up, so he couldn’t stop, he tends to react, which was fair
I could see- a graceful white man
Fully healthy allegiant handsome white man
He even didn’t see the necessary to take his hands off from his pockets
To laying him down to the earth / what a strong white man!
Easily within that terrific position, he placed his knee to George Floyd’s throat and pressed it smoothly
I felt for George floyd
I felt his vocal cords , through picture
It was squeezing towards closing up
Now seemed, it was being hard for him to breathe ,
so that He was not being able to speak up
But he has to answer them, now in this circumstances, don’t know how! What the hell
But There I see an answer on Floyd because still Floyd’s can see him acting Floyd could think of reacting
His eyes are still open his ears are still open
His mind is alive
Thoughts-
:would they suspense some one like Floyd for rumors of 20$, if Floyd was the white person?
:would they talk to some one like this with pressing a person’s throat if It was for white?
:then He disappeared
I could see Floyd stopped
Seems like it closed
Everything closed!
I don’t know where I am now,’ in this world
But I can feel the black life!
Copyright © Rajkumar Pudasaini | Year Posted 2020
|