CONTENTS OF MY POEMS

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In rainy days
Clouds' so much tired of
Roaming hither and thither
In the limit of the sky
Rest a while
In the mountain bed
Turn itself into big drops of water
Display the colors of spectrum
Far behind the Blues
Creating in my mind
Temptation of Sweet Dreams
Inside the beauty of the Rainbow
As if the bridge between me and my life
Beneath the mountain side
Flows a stream so quiet
Whispering in my ear
Truth of my existence

In rainy season every year
Roaring stream washes the bridge
On the way to my home
By the mountain side
Closed the road to the city
My home is alone
My countryside alone
Far away the worldly experiences
After the rain turns her way back
Every year I do My naked legs cross the river
To make the bridge again
By the wooden logs brought
From the forest nearby
The bridge I renew Opens the way to my home
And my homely ties with the city
It's a challenge to my life
By a stream that remained
Only the existence of the Sands
In summer days

So busy myself in the chat -room
Chatting with a nick named lady
On her humor
On her life
On her experiences
So frankly with me
Sharing her life, love, sex and affairs
May be 'cause I know her not
Only the assumption of her beauty in my mind
I'm here in my room somewhere in the Himalayas
She's far away beyond the seven oceans
I don't care of
Suicide-bombers roaming actively
In the busy marketplaces in Israel
For totally freedom of Palestine
I don't care of
War plane are bombing
In the targets of terrors in Palestine
To end the terrorism
I don't care even
My peaceful country where
Budhha was born
Turned war fields by Moists
All the beings sleeping deeply in tranquility
On their own pure personalities
Who cares?
So busy myself in the chat-room
Chatting with a nick named lady
Far away the atmosphere of
The cold war between human beings

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Standing firmly
At the bottom of the mountain so high
I looked up and up for
My aim I found
As wandering shadow as ghost
On the top of the mountain
Measuring the height of the mount
My feet galloped the top in steps
Oh ! I’m so scared
Both of my bare hands fly on the air
Looking up intently
On the Blues of the limitless sky
For my aim’s still far away
From the pupil of my eye

Striking a matchstick gently
On the surface of the matchbook
For warming up the winter
Underneath the wetted wooden log
As leftover after burnt
Wetted sulfur
Damp surface of the matchbook
Not yielded even the short lighting
As in the stormy sky
By striking winds each other
Only the empty stick left
After a smell of burnt sulfur
I stifle a yawn
By opening my pages
Of my bygone days
If something leftover
For pure satisfaction in my mind

My fingers are playing
With the keyboard of my computer
Surfing around worldly experiences
I built my home as website
My birth
My birthplace
My existence
My works and experiences that
I gain in my life
My face that time has carved on Earth
Saved as each file
That I view
On the Browser
When I’m alone
With pure satisfaction in my mind
I forget to hold my bamboo pen
To live the rhythm
That brings the heaven on earth
Holding a mouse by my hand
Let it kisses the pad with love
To get displayed myself
On the Browser
My acquaintance
My reality as being a human
To the whole world as one
Inside the web

War Tanks rolled over to
Jenin and its Refugee Camp
As battlefields in a minute
Clouds of black smokes belched
From the nozzle of the missiles
Turned the dwellings into debris
And lives breathe under rubble
Still desire of living
That will never be fulfilled
Sighing of breaths are heard in the air
Unseen ghosts are roaming freely
Searching their brotherhood
Living or dead
Souls are still weeping bitterly
With sorrows that never end
In the war turned atmosphere
Flying high in the sky appeared
The hungry vultures that smell
Odors of rotten human flesh
As if the open graveyards
To wipe the terrors and even its ghosts
Out of the worldly atmosphere
Reassuring pure peace
In every people’s mind
Is’t the rebirth of terror
Or alternative terror ?

Inside you've an earth of difference
With the ocean of clear water
The sky of the blues and
The Nature of greenery
That has no units to measure
In this earth
Choosing the soft soil from the ground
Crescent spade of the sky dug
Deep inside the earth
Sowed a flower seed of its own kind
That adores
Fresh water from the ocean
Sunlight from the blues of the sky
Greens of the nature
For a while
Storm comes and then stillness loves the sky
Tide roars and oceans stand still after
Nature turns itself into spring
The flower seeds that sowed
Burst into seedling
That I took from seedbed
To plant again on the
Earth inside you
That blossoms the flowers with fragrance

My shadow lives my life
Strong-minded with
Quite majestic in character and
Sophisticated in fashion
More spacious in capacity and
Efficient in activity
Rather than me and my life
Outgrow of its strength
Isolated me from my life
And seduced my properties
To maintain its own identity
As if old enough in humanity
To throw me away in waste container
My shadow that
I throw in the earth
Stretched my body in full
Shearing my clothes from my body
With only the skinny left over
No one may recognize me
As my own identity
I tried to run away from my shadow
That chases me like a wild goose
I scanned the horizon of my life
Far beyond my limitation
And searched my identity
Inside me and my life
Not knowing my relation
If existed with my shadow
To name after

Gazing intently at
Clouds in the sky of gloom
Glow with iron-heat red
As if my wounds ripe enough
To burst as active volcano erupts
Quite confused I am for
My eyes can't differentiate
The lights from sunrise or sunset
Filtered through the clouds
Or the patch of clouds that
Bleed from vein of victims
Of war, war or terror
Or morning light of the day returned
With my firm belief in mind
To let me breathe freely on the air
Standing still like a milestone
On the Turning point

Copyright@Pushpa R Tuladhar