October Sun: A Dashain Poem

Every Dashain I write a reminiscent note,one that smells of nostalgia;the days that were and thus can never again be. This Dashain I wanted to writeanything but nostalgia,but when the October sun struckboth cold and warm,shivery and humid at the same timeit ushered an unnamed feeling. Something happens to the citywhen it gets silentlike an…

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The Other Half: A Poem

If half of it is in the stars,The other half, in your hands.While the stars might be fixedYou are fluid, and you can flowTo wherever you want to go. Think of water when you get stuck,Think of fire when you are cold.Then, think of Hawking whenlife is stacked against odds,with 2 years to live at…

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Dashain makes me a little sad

Dashain makes me a little sad.It starts with nostalgia and endsin an abyss that offers no understanding.It is the change of season;the fluttering kitesthat do not quite reason.We could tie our phone with the thread and launch it instead. Dashain makes me a little sad.It might be the loss of powercrisp new clothes would otherwise…

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I Made Clouds Today

I made clouds today,floating from the tip of mydigital nib. Drew them on a tabletand painted as I watched the screen. I wanted the cloudsto be fluffylike cotton candy.Of course I can’t eat them. I made clouds today-blue sky and white clouds,soft like furs ofthe stray kitten. I made clouds today.

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A New Planner: A New Year Poem

What a trouble it is,a new year for the first few days.My hands so accustomedto the old date –writes it unconsciously all over.A few monthsand it is a habituntil another year comes by. What does a change of calendar dobut make me feel older,a little nervous of the passing timethat I seem to capturein my…

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