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.
8
The Raniban hills
In the south of the Fewa lake
My fatigued legs
Ascend the stone paths
To the top of the Raniban hill
The Raniban Resort
Silence of nowhere
Quiet, still and calm
As if living in another planet
With hot frothy black coffee
In a mug of coffee.
9.
Hanging from the sky
Thrives atop the Raniban
The blooming Garden
Enjoying the amazing Evening,
The unannounced rain shower
The essence of my body
So cool and weary,
Desires the tepid and balmy
Black coffee that springs into
The warmth over my body
In a mug of coffee.
10
From the top of the resort
My eyes glimpse beneath
Serene and calm Mug of Fewa lake
Tranquil and quite Sarankot
Emerald green Raniban
Surroundings of
So many hilltops
Of green and greeneries
My body enlightens itself too
Into hill of greenery
As the sky darkens
Intense black is the coffee
In a mug of coffee.
11
All my belonging left
In a city lodge,
Only me and my beloved
Only with unspoken word
Like the simile and metaphor
My poetry of love
Warm embrace
In a lone room
Of the Raniban resort
The essence of passion spills over
In a mug of coffee.
*
Bound by the cities
Bound by another one's pity's
Expect a place to be
Or expect not want to be seen
And I'll take you as walking money
I see you as a pretty big funny
We and I, all have found our place
And you my dear, have barely found a face
Bound to me, and to my briefcase
I'll lend you a smile, but you're a secret disgrace
Find the comfort in another's eyes
But in reality, another girl will have them hooked on their clever disguise
Find a place to be
Or expect not want to be seen
Stuck in a rut
With no qualities, not knowing what
Who are you and what are you in this city?
Gone and withdrawn, alone and all shitty?
Expect a place to see
Or expect us to be mean
For you are bound
What goes around, comes around
You are stuck here, forever with me
With no voice, or founding plea
For you are bound
My slave, to paint my sacred ground
'Lately, I've been in deep thought. Like the drifting away when someone tells you a story that really doesn't make any sense at all. I've been thinking of all the different ways to express how my thoughts has me numb for I don't feel anything anymore, because what's the use of having any feelings if you can't use them at all?
I spent many nig...hts outside looking up upon the starry nights. Freezing tremendously yet feel that warmth heart-felt feeling inside. I often wondered how I could match many incidents I came across that it played a picture of you in my mind. How such a feeling I continue to have ever since our first conversation that time. How I could feel thoughts just looking deeper in your eyes. How one person could have such a deep emotion yet has to live life as if everything is alright. We kissed one night yet it was only a game. Little did I know that feeling would continue after that night and flow through my veins.
For the nights are my only friends. The time I use to think. The time I use to pray. The time I use to drift my mind off to another place. A place where I imagine things between us. A place where there's no room for tears but layers of love. The comfort of finding that true love. The sense of security of a commitment so strong. The moment we all wish to be part of. I held you tight in my arms I whisper nothing but true affection. But I also feared an upcoming rejection. You see in my deep thoughts I could placed the missing puzzle. I could make it through any maze. I could win any race. I could give you the world and see your beautiful face every day.
In this place of deep thought there is no wrong just comfort of two individuals in love. I fall deeper each time I drift off into this world but it's the only place I could call you my world. But as reality sets in. Like someone waking you up in the middle of having that real good dream. I look around and know that as much as I want you. I know that possibility of having you will exist within only a dream and live as a painful feeling in reality. So when I say let me take you out some place. I don't mean that fancy restaurant or to see a romantic movie. Let me take you to that place where ecstasy is more than an expression it's an environment where people could truly be themselves and not fear any rejections or be ashamed of their reflection.
It's a place where I always drift off. When the world could be so cruel I go there to ease my thoughts and think of life. Feel happier more than any paradise. A place like within your heart. Where only pure innocents exists. Where only unconditional love lives. A place where I wish you and I could live.'
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Today let me be your guide
I will guide you to a place I call my own
It is not too far or not too close
So let me take you to the place I call my own
From afar a scarlet blush and red rage
An inviting call of love and hate
Love that can burn you to bliss
Hate that can burn you to grief
A step closer can you see
The presence of blue peace
Another call but not love or hate
But a call of harmony
Another step closer the green growth wave
An evidence of change
The happy yellow cheers upon us
A joyful yellow welcomes us
Now, can you see?
The place I call my own
Judgment proclaims
that blood must be shed,
Wrath is a flame,
ruby dance of red.
Holiness can gaze,
only with Righteous eyes.
Worship and praise
continually rise.
In twain they are covered,
by feathers of Light.
Forever to hover
in the realm of His Sight,
Terrible Vision
that can strike you blind,
split-second decision
that will melt your mind.
Caught in the storm
created for Pleasure,
their wings will keep warm
their most adored Treasure.
Angelic beings
with Godlike desire.
Drawn from the dreams
of Elijah’s fire.
Whispers of nightmares,
birthed from stray stars.
Calculated diamond stare,
machines made for war.
Hiding each awful face,
from a Most Holy Throne,
from Adonai’s Secret Place
they guard His Presence, alone.
No human could conceive
their purpose or His plan;
standing ready, to receive,
His nod or sleight command.
Though human sight cannot behold
this terrifying art;
you cannot weigh in silver or gold,
the radiant love in His Heart.
The gift that He has given to me;
in this earthen disguise,
Seraphim frozen by what they see,
His Reflection, in my eyes..
A Faint memory of my childhood, on an Island where I grew up.
Lost in thought, I remember going down to the rocky beach watching the waves forcing themselves against the rocks.
The wind carrying drops of the ocean until it gently kiss’s my cheek, the water splashing all around me once they crash into the rocks. It all seems so peaceful now; most things do when you are a child. But this memory seems to be much more.
When you’re a kid everything is about having fun and learning new things. There are few things to worry about and you can see nature’s beauty everywhere because you use your imagination. The years pass your imagination fades and your life changes. It is rare to have one of those moments once you lose your imagination. Life gets uglier and there’s much more to worry about. But for me I seem to find time when life gets me down to go deep in thought to my special place as a child and sometime it seems like I can feel the wind on my face and the water running down my cheeks and it makes life seem a lot brighter. So I ask you all, stop sometimes and go back in memory to search for your special place.