—Poetry by Shiva Neupane, Melbourne, Australia
—Photos Courtesy of Public Domain
INK OF IMAGINATION
what would be our life
when an ink of imagination dried up?
Of course, the creativity will be crippled
And our life would become mundane.
The irrigation of imagination has
come to an aide to blossom our life.
Therefore, imagination is a centrepiece
of our existence.
what would be our life
when an ink of imagination dried up?
Of course, the creativity will be crippled
And our life would become mundane.
The irrigation of imagination has
come to an aide to blossom our life.
Therefore, imagination is a centrepiece
of our existence.
THE DEATH
My bizarre dream had haunted me,
And my soul be led astray for endless aeons.
Ultimately, it fled to a Utopian world
And raptured in an otherworldly abode of flesh and bone.
My dream had endowed me with the luxury of death
to have elated with my karma in next life.
The dignified death may not
lead to spiritual erosion.
THE INDIFFERENCE
The world seems too odious
The height of indifference is grandiose
Everyone sees the shining stars
But not the dead stars up in the skies.
I’m observing society being lackadaisical
When your successes and achievements are majestical
The society showers you with meteoric flakes
But gives cold shoulder when your success prevails over austerities.
ON THE WAY-LESS WAY
On the way-less way
I see my life revolving round and round.
As I go through the way-less way
I then get mired into illusion.
I’m perplexed and filled with sheer consternation
About how far I need to trot on the way-less way.
HOPE IS THE ELIXIR OF LIFE
We’re dreaming and dreaming
Because of our hope.
Everything is going to be tickety-boo
Because hope is a placebo.
The world is filled with sea of people
But there is a drought of hope.
The river of hope irrigates the soul
And nurtures our dreams.
NOTHING OF SOMETHING
Had there not been nothing
what would have been the nothing of something.
And in the absence of abstractness and physical Universe
what is it that “nothing of something” would be like.
This chronic curiosity drained me perennially
And tested my philosophical patience.
However, my ink of imagination
will sign the ultimate truth of existence.
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Today’s LittleNip:
Our imagination flies—we are its shadow on the earth.
—Vladimir Nabokov
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Mr. Shiva Neupane is a Nepalese-born permanent resident of Australia. He lives in Melbourne with his wife, Mrs. Devi Neupane Gaihre, and a three-year-old daughter, Devyanshi Neupane. He has published Falang English Dictionary, In the Pursuit of Utopian Life in Australia, My Waves, Falang Food Dictionary and The Elixir of My Voice. He has been writing articles since 2001 for various publications; his articles have appeared in The Himalayan Times, The Kathmandu Post, The Beatnik Cowboy (U.S.A), The Nepali Times Australia, scotnepal.com, and the Australia-based newspaper, The Age. He has studied multifarious disciplines in Australia, and the former Prime Minister of Australia, the Honourable Scott Morrison, issued him a letter during his tenure in response to Shiva’s dictionary of multicultural cuisines (Falang Food Dictionary). Welcome to the Kitchen, Shiva, and don’t be a stranger!
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—Medusa, reminding you to check out our UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS link at the top of this column for THREE NorCal poetry events taking place today and tonight!
Mr. Shiva Neupane
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