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An Old Railway Line

In the death chamber confines
The soul of my mind
Handcuffed by tragedy
Sentenced to death penalty
Just close to a blink of my eyes
With an illusionary greetings
Of long lives
Standing before me
Face to face – My death.

Startled I’m like the whirl
Of the breeze on cobwebs
Hanging in every corner
Of this death chamber
Not in use for centuries
Neither I can blink my eyes
Nor breathe my breath

Asleep is the fireplace
With only ashes
Decomposed in wetted firewood
Neither the wisp of fire
Nor the glow of flame.

Rusty hinges on the door
Perforated by rust
Through which holes
Smirk the gloomy bored moon
Seeking shelter for a night
A moment of unpleasant and discontent
Moans like a wild beast

Severe wounds
In inner of the minds
Moans like a cry of spasm
By unwilling sexual desire
Seduced by the enemy
In the defeated war
Echoed from the walls around
Fearing to have an ear
Will shrunk
In the emptiness of the room

At any time the electric shock
May turn the body to ashes
Only a fistful of my breath
Remaining in my body
Will hurried to rebel by
Shattering every words of my poem 

Like the old railway lines
Discarded after the war
Hides its originality
In the rust and grassy grooves
Rebels of another kinds
Like the silent crater of sleeping volcano
Erupts and scatters the lava on the earth
Every word of my inner minds
That’s collected in the coarse paper
Only sensed by my wounded heart
Indeed it’s my poem.
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Bramha Vihar Or Assembly of Divinity Or Immeasurable

(On the Mother’s day)

Born out of my mother’s womb,
My hazed eyes of the present day
Converge the soft soil of this samsara
Feeling the amorous warmth 
Of illimitable and immeasurable
I'm quite conscious of. 

Grown up I'm 
In the tough and sturdy legs 
Massaged by the pure oil
Of immeasurable mind. 
Matured I’m as the absolute man -
The conception of 
My affectionate motherhood.

In the time passing by,
When my mother turned
Old enough to fragility and frailty,
Then my mindful memory
Erased my own childhood - 
The nam* and roop*
Of my mother in me.

I'm occupied this much
To set myself morally uprights,
Bemused I’m in my right 
To concede you like my own,
Stayed far away from your presence.
The suffering you confronted
In your old and fragile body,
My nature of looking intently at you 
Fell down your mind into despair.

When my mind stuck in  
Brahma Bihar, the Assembly of Divinity,
I grasped you utterly. 
Alas! You were then only 
A lustrous star in the sky.

Merely for a day of each year,
Contentment flaunted in me by 
Peeping your Nam and Roop
In me and mine
In the  beholding mirror 
Of the immeasurable universe. 
*
Bramha Vihar, also called Chatu Bramha Vihar – 
The assembly of Divinity or immeasurable 
in Buddhism has four moral virtues, namely
Loving Kindness (Metta), Compassion (Karuna), 
Sympathetic Joy and  Equanimity (Upekkha)
Samsara – The material world 
Nama – Mind and mindfulness
Rupa – Shape or form

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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. 
*

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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  			5
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 				`	10
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		15
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                20
Savoring the flavor in me
So that my time spilled out 
Of my clenched fists
Might never be in futile.  
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Shattered Beauty

Shattered Beauty
(Magic of the mask)

Nature is so callous
To curse or bestow her
The face with left half
Disfigured and warped
By severe accident befallen on her. 

Alas! Louise Ashby
alarmed herself
To encounter her face
In the mirror blurred
By the breath she exhales
As if the reflection of her face
In the turbid water
Traumatized by the storms
In the surface of the pond. 

Louise Ashby
Not being able to hold longer
Heavy burden of her disfigured face
On her adolescent body
Standing resolutely in the planet
Tears flows in her eyes. 
If she could recuperate her beauty
Granted her by Nature
To stage her play again. 

Thanks to the artistic hand
That fixes
238 tiny metal plates in series
Fastened as headband
Inside the hairy skin of her head
To repair the left half
With the right half of her face
So much beautiful and reverie
Like the full moon drops her beauty
Inside the tranquil and lucid pond. 
That alive her again
With her dream comes true
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A Cup of Tea

I
Far beyond the horizon
When the rooster sang
A song of dawn coming
Beauty of the dawn
Sign of the day to come
Tears the thin sheet of my sound sleep apart
Waking me up
My beloved lady pours
In the cup of dark sky
A glow of the Dawn
A cup of tea
A day in my life
For completion of my daily works in order
My beloved will shake my body
Tired of deep sleep in the night before
And put in front of me
A Cup of Tea
So sweet taste of the morn I drink
A cup of Tea

II
Being tired of my daily works
My hands and legs are on the wane
With support of my time
As walking stick in my hand
My footsteps reach my home
When the signs of the eve coming
Far away in the west
A flock of egret comes back to his nest
The day then turns back
The lady of eve in the west
Pours in the cup of blue sky
Sign of the day gone and the night to come
A glow of the Eve
A cup of tea
I lay silently
On mattress of the green field
Seeing me tired from my hard works
The sweet smiles of my beloved
Greet me with her expressions of
A deep love
A cup of Tea
My dried lips taste with difference
A Cup of Tea
Wrinkles in my face by tiredness vanishes
How pleasant the feelings and freshness
I've in my mind by
The beauty of the Eve
A Cup of Tea

III
The greenery of the nature
Flourishes the beauty of the spring
By the sweet fragrances of flowers
The Wind whistles
In rhymes that
A couple of birds sing
And fills sweet dreams in my mind
Turning the pages of my life
I blossom inside me then
And hold in my hands
A cup of Tea
So sweet the taste that I admire
Beyond my belief
Every seconds of my life
Trickle down the juices of my whole life
In
A cup of tea
Truly not only water
Seven colors of the Spectrum
In the cup of the sky that poured by
The beauty of the Rainbow
I thank myself for
Every success in my life
A cup of Tea

VI
Every seconds of my life
Render tastes as the flavor with difference
From every sip that I enjoy
A cup of tea
In the teapot of the Blues
Full of clear water from the spring
Indigenously blended with
Nine sweet herbs and plants
From the Himalayan forests
And boiled with sugar
To the point in which the water vapors
My nostrils smell the sweet fragrances
From the Nature of the Earth
Unveiling every aspects of my life
To the eternity
To elude total bitterness from my life
My lady pours
The essences of herbs
As stimulant to my life
In
A cup of tea
Every sip rouses the potency in my life
A cup of tea
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An Inestimable Fraction

In the Solar system,,
Earth fronts an asteroid
Moving in same orbit
Just parallel to its way
At the same speed as it has
At the same direction
Round the Sun.

Being occupied itself in its orbit
As its regular travel to its orbit,
The earth is quite unaware
From where the asteroid entered,
When it happened to met it
In the orbit of the Sun

The Earth is frightened
As if happened all of a sudden
When the Earth and the asteroid
Exchanged their way of traveling
Just opposite to their orbit
And move on their way around the sun

Only a fraction of a second
Has a difference between them
To exchange their way
Of traveling in their orbit,
Otherwise they collide each other
With a disaster of unknown result
For unexpected ad unwilling
The vast change
In the solar system

Thanks to this precious fraction of a second,
Abominated by them as trifle and nothing,
Which averted the disaster
Beyond their expectation
To befallen on them
To remain as it’s
As if nothing happened
In the Solar system.
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The Purse

During my living 
My melodic dream I longed for
Sprouted in me
The nature of the self-appraisal 
With my life stunning in vivid shades 
I scribbled the poetry. 
In the blank paper 
Of my innermost minds.

I grasped – you and me
Quite distinctly
Highest in morality
Topmost in significance
This lust of mine
Smashed these words
Of this poetry of mine 
In numerous forms
In several fragments.

These words I etched
Shattered all over the grounds
may spin out in futility
I amassed them into my purse
And constrain meticulously its mouth.

Eventually,
At the moment when I set myself 
Selecting and 
Choosing each words
In the winnow of my inner minds
The similes of the words 
Revive and breathe as it’s again
In the poetry of mine.
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The Eyes of Wisdom

In the time or
in and out of the space or
elsewhere I wandered, 
I clasp myself alone, 
but no perception of bliss of joy.  

Many rebirths I conceded
Many samsara I roamed
I clasp myself alone,
but no perception of bliss of joy.  

In the day or the light
In the night or the gloom
In and out of the universe
I explored with earnest 
everywhere in the earth
but no perception of bliss of joy.
  
Can I retrieve it elsewhere?

While it’s as the brightest 
as the gleaming star 
in the chaste gloominess
inside the spirit of my own mind. 

Attha devo bhava*

The brilliance lies indeed 
in me and mine for ever 
Illuminating all the world. 
My body, speech and mind
Attain the mindfulness of Nibbana
Within me and mine. 
*
Samsara – the material world in which the beings live.
Attha devo bhava (pali) – I’m the master of my own. 
Nibbana (pali) – Nirvana (Sanskrit) .The literal meaning of "blowing out" or "quenching". Nirvana is the ultimate spiritual goal in Buddhism and marks the soteriological release from rebirths in sa?sara.

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Quintessence of Quiescent

Up the polished ceiling above my bed
In my bedroom resting for a while,
A camouflaged lizard crawls his webbed feet
With dead silence in his spider tongue
Hunting a fly nearby in languorous mood
So unconscious of to-be catastrophe
Bony spine of mine chills enough
To freeze my whole body like an ice
For the certainty of yet another calamities
Befalling on my quiet turbid heart
At any moments of my present life.

My desire to rest for a while with
My frightened and horror-stricken mind
Strives to take up its clothes of fright and horror
As if torched with mother of bomb
Runs naked towards the camera lens
With my screams frozen in frame
That unknowingly and unconsciously adheres
To the severe fading wall of my bedroom.

That portrait of mine destined to hide its reality
Sinks in time warped depth of ocean
Damped with futuristic dirt and dust
Wailing a digger to reveal the quintessence of
An embryonic present matured to rare earth
Out of an ovary of pregnant futurity.
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