In Search of Festivity
Caring for June
I play this tune of melancholy
a sparrow pecks rice from my plate
this summer an invincible winter
lies like a frozen heart
we don’t meet
this distance is a candle
lit in search of festivity
I realize that unless one becomes a giver
prayers are unheard
the city has nights
that sing of reflection in decibels
the wounded evening
does not wish to be mature
every morning
I walk to my job
and see on a roadside a vessel with water
“Service is Dharma” is written on it
we had danced
like new graduates
you had kissed me on our forgotten date
love is a memoir
Holy Water from Dhunge Dhara
I think of the political darts
that are aimed at bare survivors
in a nation of honest citizens.
taking a turn
every progress seems like a dream way
I am no more a human in
divine gullies of Kathmandu
where modernity co-exists
with tradition.
this rainy day
my roof is musical
eons later
I wish to be healed
my attire is of a recalling legacy
I dream that a legend
will soon rise from my pen
that I conquered absences
where words bloomed
like holy water from dhunge dhara.
* Dhunge dhara is a traditional water spout found in the Kathmandu Valley.
