Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar Poems

My reflection on a lake
Floats the soothing ripples
Into my reflection
Even by the zephyr,
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Clutched by the terror
Of the spider’s webbed feet
With the lightly triggered butt
Of the AK-47 rifle on my head,
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The length of the cigarette
burns
itself into fire,
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Caught the glimpse
of the living volcano
in the retina of your eyes;
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Dripping tears
through my hazel eyes
freeze into ice
like the white marble slate
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No word I’ve depicted
for my battered soul
snared inside your soul
yearning to get out of it
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In the kitchen,
I cooked the rice
With the cooker on the stove
And rambled out of the kitchen
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The shapeless and formless image
That caught in your eyes
Is me, an invisible ghost. Identified me?
Are you ever aware of
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I took my shoes off and entered
into the room of darkness
of which the shiny black satin
slipped from her shoulder
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In a vacuum dispersed all over
The chamber of my mind,
The breathless,
Shapeless and formless
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