—Poetry by Sushant Thapa, Biratnagar, Nepal
—Paintings Courtesy of Public Domain
1. BRIGHTEN EVEN THE SUN
What is there to be done
When life is beautiful?
When the art
Becomes a lifeline.
The palm has its mystery,
The fate has its setting dusk.
The social bond
Isn't a table of technicalities.
A friendly game it is.
A guest of understanding
A worldview of happiness.
A drop of air,
A fair complexity of efficiency.
Just a look
For brighter spots.
Sights and faces
Waiting to be read
Like a morning newspaper.
Good news isn't to be judged.
Just a joy
That makes its social bonds
Is hoped to brighten even the sun.
What is there to be done
When life is beautiful?
When the art
Becomes a lifeline.
The palm has its mystery,
The fate has its setting dusk.
The social bond
Isn't a table of technicalities.
A friendly game it is.
A guest of understanding
A worldview of happiness.
A drop of air,
A fair complexity of efficiency.
Just a look
For brighter spots.
Sights and faces
Waiting to be read
Like a morning newspaper.
Good news isn't to be judged.
Just a joy
That makes its social bonds
Is hoped to brighten even the sun.
2. NAME OF EXISTENCE
The light if it is painful
Cannot become dark.
The dancing cosmos,
The sweet nectar of bliss,
The first kiss
The child whose first white dove
Flew from the hand,
Fluttering its reasons to fly.
The earth that is round for it
To land again
When the will settles.
The first sleep
To the newborn eyes
Might not be the darkness.
So gently
The touch of sleep passes.
A touchy clay
With a beginner’s hand
Could still be a work of ability.
Art is a true devotion,
The world is a space of a dew
To be a bubble and burst.
Existence has a name.
The light if it is painful
Cannot become dark.
The dancing cosmos,
The sweet nectar of bliss,
The first kiss
The child whose first white dove
Flew from the hand,
Fluttering its reasons to fly.
The earth that is round for it
To land again
When the will settles.
The first sleep
To the newborn eyes
Might not be the darkness.
So gently
The touch of sleep passes.
A touchy clay
With a beginner’s hand
Could still be a work of ability.
Art is a true devotion,
The world is a space of a dew
To be a bubble and burst.
Existence has a name.
3. STREAM OF BEING
The faith in me,
The ringing bell of desire in you.
The imaginary trust
For all of the real love.
The healing of literature,
The universe of words.
River of joy,
Tear of eye.
All dusted path
Blowing breeze of survival.
Wakeup call,
The resting metaphor
Searching for a literary emblem.
The translated tongue,
The scripted sight,
Burning desire
That lightens up
The bright ignition.
No fire that eases the pain
Of the residue.
The faith in me,
The ringing bell of desire in you.
The imaginary trust
For all of the real love.
The healing of literature,
The universe of words.
River of joy,
Tear of eye.
All dusted path
Blowing breeze of survival.
Wakeup call,
The resting metaphor
Searching for a literary emblem.
The translated tongue,
The scripted sight,
Burning desire
That lightens up
The bright ignition.
No fire that eases the pain
Of the residue.
4. JUST A REFLECTION
Arrival kept knocking,
Some kept leaving,
A come-and-go,
A welcome and goodbye.
Life has its own wheels;
It does not need someone's engine.
A mechanical clock
Makes the
Flesh-and-bone body go around
In circles and flashbacks.
We were always two
When one was always you.
The reader of love
Exchanges the heart,
Forgets the keys to the mind.
Still, he does not rule
The garden of beauty.
For, beauty lies
In the feelings
Of togetherness;
One mirror for one face
Is just a reflection.
______________________
Today’s LittleNip:
Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.
—Buddha
______________________
Our thanks and welcome back to Sushant Thapa for his poetry today, all the way from Nepal!
Today is a busy day in NorCal poetry, with Black Queen Soulful Poetry in Sacramento, Mosaic of Voices in Lodi, Sacramento Poetry Alliance in Sacramento, and Brickhouse Poetry Second Saturdays at Brickhouse Gallery, also in Sacramento. Click UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS at the top of this column for details about these and other future poetry events in the NorCal area—and keep an eye on this link and on the Kitchen for happenings that might pop up during the week.
A note that tomorrow’s Capturing Wakamatsu workshop at Wakamatsu Farm in Placerville has been cancelled due to the weather. The next one will be on Sunday, April 23.
And don’t forget to set your clocks ahead one hour tonight for Daylight Savings Time, which starts at 2am on Sunday.
____________________
—Medusa
Arrival kept knocking,
Some kept leaving,
A come-and-go,
A welcome and goodbye.
Life has its own wheels;
It does not need someone's engine.
A mechanical clock
Makes the
Flesh-and-bone body go around
In circles and flashbacks.
We were always two
When one was always you.
The reader of love
Exchanges the heart,
Forgets the keys to the mind.
Still, he does not rule
The garden of beauty.
For, beauty lies
In the feelings
Of togetherness;
One mirror for one face
Is just a reflection.
______________________
Today’s LittleNip:
Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.
—Buddha
______________________
Our thanks and welcome back to Sushant Thapa for his poetry today, all the way from Nepal!
Today is a busy day in NorCal poetry, with Black Queen Soulful Poetry in Sacramento, Mosaic of Voices in Lodi, Sacramento Poetry Alliance in Sacramento, and Brickhouse Poetry Second Saturdays at Brickhouse Gallery, also in Sacramento. Click UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS at the top of this column for details about these and other future poetry events in the NorCal area—and keep an eye on this link and on the Kitchen for happenings that might pop up during the week.
A note that tomorrow’s Capturing Wakamatsu workshop at Wakamatsu Farm in Placerville has been cancelled due to the weather. The next one will be on Sunday, April 23.
And don’t forget to set your clocks ahead one hour tonight for Daylight Savings Time, which starts at 2am on Sunday.
____________________
—Medusa
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