Posted by: Ajapa on: August 17, 2009
I’m on a highway bus, its rains.
The windshield wipers,
they sway back and forth,
wipe away drops of rain
that shine like crystals
on the windshield,
new raindrops fall.
Life is the same.
Memories rain in the heart,
the pendulum of time
sways back and forth
to wipe away your image
from my heart.
A new image forms,
I forget how you look.
Posted by: Ajapa on: August 16, 2009
Long fingers encircled
the necks of thin glasses
with liquid gold poured
from slender bottles.
In golden fuzziness
they let slip all reason
except the slenderness
of the short smooth time
in hand.
Before the fog broke to dawn
and the rooster crowed
they laughed and talked -
“seized the day”,
drenched their troubles in gold
and drowned them away.
I like black monsoon,
sat aside, dying to pour.
In the slender [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: July 25, 2009
What do I do when
I am forced by unforeseen
unavoidable circumstances
to see or hear that
which I would rather avoid?
Crane my neck a full 90 degree
and change the angle of my sight?
plug my ears with my fingers
and repeat to myself, “that does not exist”?
maybe burn it up and
flush it down the toilet.
But what if it is not [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: July 24, 2009
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Posted by: Ajapa on: July 23, 2009
If God didn’t exist how would things I’ve desired find their way to me? Like my Sufi Gurus say, “Tujhe dete huye nahin dekha par jholi bhari dekhi hai”
(I have not seen you giving me something, but my bags are full). Therefore, I know you love me.
This is from a post published on the 26th [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: July 16, 2009
On special nights around 10:30,
the sweet smell of magnolia
mingled with moonlight,
you, waft through my window.
But I don’t know who you are.
You listen to me as I ramble on
about life and death and college
and fate which joins me to you.
Then you leave assured of my happiness.
But I don’t know who you are.
Sometimes you don’t have time.
Too [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: July 16, 2009
You studied and studied to become oh so learned
Yet you never took the time to study yourself
You ran and ran to the temple without fail
But never bothered to enter your own heart
Everyday you fight Satan
But you never fight your own self (ego)
~ Baba Bulleh Shah
This according to my dashboard is my 100th post. I want [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: July 13, 2009
I put on you a pair of wings
and bade you to fly.
I freed you yesterday,
from your obscure origins
in the fathoms of my pain
and from your secret existence
in this lonely digital world.
You were born:
from my moans of labor
as I lay gasping for air,
clutching the earth in pain
and in solitude, waiting
waiting in distress to birth
the remains of [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: July 11, 2009
“Thousand poets dreamed a thousand years. Then you were born, my love”
“He said it to all his other wives as well” says his fourth and fortunately last wife. What is the point of saying such a nice thing if you are to say it to every one you come across. Do the words even hold [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: July 10, 2009
I’m grateful:
to my friend who took time from her flourishing new relationship with a vegetarian to eat chicken tikka with me
to the lemon smoothie I drank at Kaldi that scalded my newly scaled teeth but stopped my jaw ache
to the ATM machines around Kathmandu that make it possible for me to pamper myself
To Amelie who [...]
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