sky and peach blossoms

magh-sky-kathmandu
sky too rejoices 
as peach tree blossoms all-rose
luring waxing moonmagh-peach-chabahil-flower

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not living in the present

BUBBLES AND RIPPLES

BUBBLES AND RIPPLES

when nebulous memories of the past lives
start gripping you
when you get to
foresee sporadic events of future
and they turn out to be true
you forget that
you have to live today too

in this jumble
of reality and clairvoyance nonesuch
you fear of being mocked as a mental
and
distance yourself from the others

you struggle with the self to be normal

then
you get to comprehend
the esoteric relation
between coincidence and fate
and
impermanence of mundane existence

you feel
it’s like water bubbles and ripples
forming in a muddy road
contaminated with spilled lubricating oil
and disappearing instantly
during a drizzle

your reflection on the bubbles
breaks loose and
gets swept away along with the ripples
only to form again
and repeat the cycle

though you complain of unfairness
you know that
what you feel or say goes in vain
because that’s the second fiddle’s fate

———–
dude, what you know to do is
either dreaming or complaining only

———–

i wish i could go back to the past
and
stop you from meeting me
that no moon night
to prevent the present miseries
that the filthy mouse inflicted on us
oh, blue butterfly!
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

———-

i will fuck this fix one day
and rescue you
on the fifth phase of waxing moon

but when?

let me dream again

please don’t wake me up
for the time being
i am sleeping…

¤BlackBerry Poem¤

blooming bosom

MOON AND JUPITER PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK WITH CLOUD IN KATHMANDU

CELESTIAL

floating above the waxing moon
jupiter plays peek-a-boo
with a patch of milky cloud

i can see
a giant bosom
they have formed  in the heavens

now, i recall a lass in her salad days
sipping coffee
and stealing a glimpse of me
at a mall
before the sunset

the dots
daring the white fabric
above her blooming moons
equate to jupiter
in this celestial parallel