Rajesh Gurung

Spare me your affected affections
Your stunted philosophies
Wipe that shallow smile
Off your façade
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A river ran through
this valley once
giver of life
A cherry tree
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The waves carry me
A log at the sea’s mercy
Will I ever reach the shore
And see it once more?
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Stepping out into the silvery darkness
A chill wind made a big effort in vain
to still my bursting heart into calmness
which maddened at the thought of her again
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I have demons battling
With angels
Who is winning
I cannot tell
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'That's the ursa minor',
my friend points at a group of stars
'and that's the ursa major',
pointing to another group not far
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Caged wings
I hear the flutter
Of its wings, caged
In a cage of matter
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Do you look up into the rain
Close your eyes and let the strips
Of clear drops brush your soft skin
like a thousand fingertips?
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I wish i could turn a deaf ear
to everything i hear
turn a blind eye
to what passes me by
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My friend falls
hit by an enemy’s bullet
Crying out my name as he stalls
to a lifeless wreck
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Finally, the heavens burst
With much awaited cotton flakes
'The neighbour's son must
See this', my brother says
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Winding through a faceless crowd
I meet nameless faces
I have no doubt
There are traces
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I dream of places I can never see
Of realities that can never be
Of things I can never achieve
Of days I have yet to live
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He reaches his hands out
Where are the walls?
He wanders about
Rising each time he falls
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He wakes up to a shower
of his wife's scorching barrage
It does little to bother
his blissful state
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The west bathed in red
It was bedtime for the sun
At the edge of the sky the moon waited
To light the world it was her turn
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“There is life and there is death
and the difference between either
is one single breath”,
croons the singer
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The walls disappear
leaving me in the open
Everything i see and hear
is different
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Unruffled and untouched
the cement bench hides a rag slouched
hidden from the world without
a rag dirty and uncouth
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In a dying garden
i saw a red rose
'can i be your warden'
said i, but it blushed no more
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