Mohan Rana Poems

Woods on either side: light along the path down the middle.
Woods on either side and loud laughter: path silent down the middle.
Woods on either side, and screams: path unmoved down the middle.
Woods on either side, bathed in dreams: the path released from sleep.
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Were this light even whiter
you and I would be invisible
we each would live our invisible pain
never knowing
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Silently watching the morning's brilliant
light tear the dense clouds
I forgot the sky and
the aching hand
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Different blues
in sky and waves.
The cloud hums a dream
of eyes open.
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I dry out words in the rain
until one day all that is left
is whiteness. The verandah dazzles
with emptiness, so I take them back in.
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All night long your restlessness
walked the wet streets of Lisbon,
pitter-patter.
A silent moan
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The passageway is empty
Have all decisions been made?
All waiting finished
Sunlight falls onto flowerpots
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The forest first dried inside me
The river turned into stone
The sky became barren
The earth fallow
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Where have you disappeared or maybe I am lost
in what corner of the city, where
on two feet of land
even that is not mine
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Soon a new season will start
if there is spring in this latitude
I'll change my clothes
and stroll around guided by maps
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