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Rebica Thapa Poem
Do you hear it…?
Yes…The Mute..I mean
The Blaring Mute…
When she looks at the ancient mountains squealing of their esse
The Chortled Mute…
When her baby is tended and snuggled against her chest
The Guffawed Mute…
When she stood there to hear his raucous laughter making wacky faces
The Euphonious Mute…
With every word spoken about her beloved
The Sniveled Mute…
When he left her in the cold and cruel winter
The Mute.. so clamorous
The Mute that overcomes the cacophony of existence
Do you hear it…?
Her MUTE…
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Faire L'amour..is being one whole soul, physically and energetically like the two souls melt to form an amalgamation of some rare element organically
Faire L'amour.. the physical manifestation of something unspoken..very substantial
Faire L'amour..the physical manifestation of soupy emotions..letting someone know that she trusts him come what may
Faire L'amour.. starts the moment he smells her bare skin..the smell that lingers in the mind for eternity
Faire L'amour.. the scent that keeps reminding him, there's someone who waits for him to come back and be loyal to the unconditional affection she has for him
Faire L'amour.. that reinforce this is different from everything else
Faire L'amour.. that reinforce she's different from everyone else
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Rebica Thapa Poem
It Flickers and Jumps..
With all the dreams of Triumphs..
The Electron of Compassion, with all of its serenity..
When the heart discern it's Creator gazing at its masterpiece of rarity..
Through the magic in the sky..
It Flickers..like the northern lights..flaring.. shining.. collapsing.. and Rising high..
Like the intoxicating love..never to Evanesce
This..tiny little electron of compassion..
Substantiating into Aurora..
It Flickers and Jumps..
With all the dreams of Triumphs...
For to blend in its Creator..it limbers
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Let it explode through the moist air of dawn as it plays with earth..
Yes I could smell this fragrance of sunlight which bestows a heavenly dream.
Let it cause a swirl of emotions into our mind..
While we inhale the fragrance of fresh cup of tea overseeing the snow caped mountains.
Let it sway our soul into a nostalgic treat…
Yes I could relate my black and white memories with the fragrance of village when smoke rises from the wood, when the dusk engulfs the forest and with the fragrance of a cascading stream when it rushes towards an unknown destination.
Let it mesmerize us into an unspoken lust…
While we gaze at the stars spread across the dark perfumed sky.
Yes I wanna smell the fragrance of life…the fragrance which cannot be bottled nor replicated…
The fragrance that drifts in memory till eternity.
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Her frame conflagrates into ashes..
As the prevaricator’s vapid orb digs into her innocent soul
Burning with dark desires..
He cajoles her with a mind that incessantly conspires
The ghosts from the massacre follows him..
As he leaves a trail of slaughtered dreams behind the radical whim
The callous Massacre of innocent adoration..
Leaving behind all the lovers with great lamentation
The lust galore.. as the naked ghosts moan and slithers across the eel..
Oozing the fetid slime as it loiters its way through caves to steel
Blood starts oozing out from her crushed emotion..
Please seal this.. lest it turns into a putrid potion
She’s dead!
And his cold slender finger slides right for another
Massacre..
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Flying through the breeze, her soul searches for the edge..she is going to fall with the falling earth..
She gazes at the leaves..they are falling too..as if motioning ‘No’..don’t fall as the hardness would hurt your softness..the roughness would slash your tenderness..
Her soul wouldn’t harken..she wails into the nothingness of dark tunnel..
Her voice couldn’t penetrate the walls of shallow emotions painted with artificial décor..
Her soul wants to fall for him..Away from all other stars in the loneliness.
Just few inches away from the edge and she could feel her blood freezing into stone..
Her vulnerability increases as she reach closer to the terminusShe wants to know that there’s someone, whose hands..
Infinitely calm...
holding up her fall...
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