You... Poem by Nirmal Kumar Thapa

You…

Far ago from the sight,
I am enjoying the grace you through you;
Intending a life to a judicious individual,
And could bestride the jewels of life;
My futile journey to walk for long countless miles.
Being festive with celebration, dance and music;
But they all were not aside me
Even your grace with me,
And it chased away my being-ness
Day-to-day moments of my breathes, is absurd and fruitless;
Although I was, following the path with you,
Unknowingly or knowingly;
And performed on your commands,
Just for that, one;
To read and pull off the certificate
My wisdom implies me it a worthless job,
a hallow step, Obviously that defeated me
And ruined my entire routine;
How can I console myself to live?
Poor my being is, still twanging with pain;
I am finding the tears, rolling down;
Were the friends of mine!
During the hours of late mystic-night;
A moment, the full-moon smiled upon me,
I'm am worried with my own self,
Having myriad of desires and secret hopes,
Will just let my being down!
Feeble man awakes from the state,
And called being a poet,
A humble poet, belonging to a small land of Nepal,
The land bearing no identity,
and can be pinned globally;
But, a land renowned for the birthplace of Siddhartha Gautama,
And the snow-capped Mount Everest,
But I and my desires stand, with more than these;
I crafted my identity & existence through my life!
Individually, desiring for the endurance;
Lonely…in the world of man-less planet
You, all to myself is too enough
And I'm breathing more passion than you;
Of course, still you forced me
For the same repetition what seems just worthless to me…
To attain the fame full life
To expand the self-styled popularity
More than ordinary others
"You must be a unique"!
I respect to all of you
And your grace to me is priceless!
But I feel frazzled under you;
Forgiveness is urged for my soul & words;
Small poet only can frame;
Their own irregular words on verses,
Are you astounded?
To know it,
my eccentric echo's?
Contended you will be if understood me.
I'm no more, but floating on impassive sentient;
Maestro of my own being;
And no one else overtopped me,
except myself;
I was the king of to myself
Illicit was your access,
to sense my world,
Where I'm just alone with hush of silence;
Empire belongs to me,
not for you
So from now
you all stop to command me,
Your command converted my being to futile;
To rule me,
You all know, I'm enough;
I'm my single monarch,
Preparing my voyage to float around the white clouds;
Where I'm just alone,
not a feel of your fragrance,
Self-invented wing carry me,
towards the land of freedom;
Where I'm delighted with my own-ness,
And there I sing my first song;
It's called last song of my life
I can see far away,
your body is vanishing and gone away
But my being stands with truthness and
Smiled from the beyond …
On and around cosmic world;
Where I cannot sense your presence,
Requesting forgiveness my dearer,
Just realize my endeavor for the real ONE.

28th sept,07