Nirmala !

If I were a priest, I’d pray to the gods
For they seem only to listen to men
Who banter and applaud
Cheap nudity.
Manly gusto.
Tore up labia.
Bloodied justice.

I lament! I lament-
Birth. Caste. Boobs. Country
I am –
In mercy from wedding makers
In anguish from son seekers
In between dicks and dishes
Under duress, naked esteem.

If I were a priest, I’d pray to the gods
To give birth to men
Who love strangers as much as they love themselves.

आगो र चेली

आगो बालधौ छ जंगे पिलर

खागो धपाउधौ छ जंगे पिलर

तर के गर्नु सरकार

राको लाउधौछ चेलीहरुको एजोतमा बंगे पिलर

अनि डोरीले सीलाउधौछ चेलीहरुको बाजोतमा बंगे पिलर

Let Me Live 

Faith faith go away

Let me respite, leave me misery,

Awaking seeds of sorrows  do sway

Heaps of lust which trample and scurry,

This Landscape of absurdity.

 

I’m just an artist. I’m just a witness.

 

I stand in the midst of this danger

Disheveled on random love and anger,

Vexed of life and insatiable hunger

As I fall in love and loathe a stranger.

 

Faith faith go away

Down the market and onto a quay,

Why don’t you take a ticket to ride

And I’ll just love and hate and yearn and chide,

For my life needs it all.

The Day Humanity Died

It was a rainy day and everyone had them
roofed with their umbrella while a man in a
wheelchair was showered with rain
It was the day humanity died.

It was that one cold winter evening
a homeless man in street saw people with
warm clothes but, with the cold heart inside
It was the day humanity died.

It was the day of festivity and celebration
There was many leftovers for the dog
But non for the beggar just outside
It was the day humanity died.

It was the day a child was born
Everyone had blessings and joy
None heard the cry of a helpless child
whose mother had just died.

It was the day humanity died.

 

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A Midnight Trail 

Sauntering among the midnight trails

Consumed in its tannine ales,

The vale of Kathmandu city

Its ancient lust and momentary giddy

Throws a fancy down the whim

To seduce the next goddess queen,

As she peeks through the moonlight wide

Her windows ajar for scorn and chide,

Upon the city she does curse

For the empty, callous merchants purse,

Are never enough for her wandering lust

Across the hills and over the mountains

Where her lovers dwell

Seduce her memory.

How her angers swell

Into a stranger, jovial as I

Passing through the dark and the sky.

She permits and I enter

Her garret smells of tobacco and charcoal

Where sorrow and pity dole,

But she’ll sting like a hornet

And dance like a housefly

As we summerset

In the trance of her flesh

Till the last bill is spent

And the soul shall repent,

The morrow and its seclusion.