Place

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.


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

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

A PLACE

Folder: 
Love

'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.....

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Splash

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

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"Seraphim's Lament"

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My Work

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..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In the secret realm of the Most High....

special place

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.

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