Friday, December 27, 2013

Glimmer of hope with Sonam Bhutia

Glimmer of hope

From every dusk to dawn,
I have been traveling,
Through the deep woods_
And every scorching summer,
Through every freezing winter,
I stumbled against untold afflictions En-route.
Nevertheless, I found no sign of success.
But elsewhere I behold a glimmer of hope,
That there shall be tomorrow again,
That the sun will shine as usual,
That the flowers shall bloom as in every spring,
And the new morning will once again bring a fine day.
Sonam Bhutia ©


Sonam was born in a hamlet called, 'Sandakphu' which stands a frontier between India and Nepal.  He is co-author of poetry book ‘Bard’s sketch’ which was launched on top of the world, Mt. Everest. This has made their book to be the first English poetry book launched on top of the world or History’s Highest Book Launch.  Sonam  not only do compose poems but also write articles, essays, blogs and other genres of literature which are published worldwide.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Poetry - twelve in the night

Poetry is skill of a master juggler
Trying to balance poem with world.

Poetry is making imaginary friends.
sometimes reluctantly, sometimes willingly.

   Poetry is patience , dedication
Nothing  is wrong,
If  muse come to greet you twelve in the night.
.

Today

                             Today
Look into my eyes
Lose yourself here.

Come to my arms
Rest your thought here

Come into my heart
Settle your desire here

Will you be mine?
 Mine whole day, today…


Teenage Kiss

A teenage boy kissed  a girl , 
Sweet Innocent Kiss of  sixteen.

Of Grasshoppers, flowers, colors and butterflies
All his written songs
He sung with kiss
All did accepted.

A teenage boy kissed  a girl , 
Sweet Innocent Kiss of  sixteen.

His kiss, today's sailing
Will feel tomorrow.
She accepted not to taste his kiss,
Rather to absorb little taste of his life.


YOUR LOVE

Unfathomable depths

Your  love poison in a golden cup,
Bitterly sweet.

Your love my father’s scold,
Anger of care.

Your love link to fill holes,
Appeared on the map of my heart.

Bhuwan Thapaliya's Poem


Poetry
How little you know of poetry,
if you say-it is a very simple art!
“Oh! Never say that, never again,
for in its simplicity is its complexity.
Ah! Poets, they go to the end of their
thoughts, and then come back
to the beginning. And they keep on
repeating these marathon innings,
on and on; day after day and night
after night, sauntering hopefully
towards their destination - Poetry.
© 2005 Bhuwan Thapaliya

We are as diverse as the stars
I am not
in you
you are
not in me.
We are
as diverse
as the stars
in the sky;
we are
not us
we are
total strangers.

You live
in the color
of the rainbow
and wear
the linings
of the cloud
whereas; I live
in the silhouette
of the tyranny
and wear
the costume
of disparity.

You sleep
in the crescent bed
of the moon
and drink
the pristine
morning dew
whereas, I sleep
in the circular
bed of the adversity
and drink
my own sweat
in the severe heat of the noon.

You play
with the
Saturns ring
and caress
the countenance
of the sun
whereas, I play
hide and seek
with the death
and caress
the wounded hub
of my dreams.

You breathe
the divine
zephyr
and think
like the cadence
of the heaven
whereas; I breathe
the twister
of belligerence
and think
like the
stagnant pond.

You shine
like the moon
in the full moon night
and soar
like the free bird
in the itinerary of the sky
whereas, I am
shrouded by the
miseries of life
and soar to fall again
like the ashes
into the air.

You bequest
fragrance
to the rose
and perpetual
persistence
to the river
whereas, I steal
the fragrance
from the rose
and curse
the river
for drowning my hope.


Bhuwan Thapaliya was born in Kathmandu in 1976, and is one of the most widely read Nepali poet writing in English today. He is the author of,” Our Nepal, Our Pride (Cyberwit.net, ISBN 978 – 81- 8253 – 115 -4)”, narrative verses of love, peace and human understandings. His main theme often hinges round the globalization of love, peace and universal solidarity. He has read his poetry across the country and abroad. His poems and articles have been widely published in such journals and periodicals such as Kritya, The Foundling Review, Tajmahal Review, Nuveine Magazine, Poetry Life and Times, VOICES( Education Project), The Vallance Review, Longfellow Literary Project, The Global Politician and Poets Against the War. 

Friday, December 6, 2013

When child is born in Indian-subcontinent.

Before pregnancy
Don’t they ask son or daughter?
Son is an income, a blessing,
Daughter is an expense, half-hearted welcome.

With the first cry
Dips tear of shame.
Born alive, but for those
She is still to be born.

In this world of Mr. and Miss
No man or woman
Will accrue as desired.

So what’s between these two creatures?
One very sour, can’t be embraced,
Another very mellifluous, can’t be rejected.
One strange to be called your own.
Another not strange,
Though will be sold
 If goods in the market.

No man or woman
Will accrue as desired
So aren't in this world of Mr. and Miss,
Is a child born not of his or her?

MY Grandfather


I looked in the mirror
Saw a stranger waiting.

He greeted, ‘smiling at me
If am his lost beloved.

In his eyes I saw,
Dreams of my youth.

The curve of his lips
Has same story to narrate like i like to narrate.

His gray hair,
Has same fragrance like of my black hair.

The stranger in the mirror
Seems so similar, if I.

From  his eyes dipped tears,
Running through his bony cheeks, like often of mine.

Suddenly, In him i smelled the taste of my root.
That's when I saw my unseen grandfather.

Of time my mirror mind drew, my face as
His face.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Faith

When, man away from heaven,
Beauty of narration cheats
Wisdom of a man.
At a time,
Faith in love is more a love than love.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Winter Dream

Winter sun,
Old fashioned and cruel.
Cold air-Blows,
During farewell cracks my cheek.

Burning bonfire
Into I gaze deeply

Chicken  Soup
Groundnut seed

Burning candles
And red wine on a table

Aha! Winter came to
 Ride me in a dream.