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Bhuwan Thapaliya

Alterations

 

The rhododendrons we see before us

may not be the same for you and me.

They may look vibrant

in a host of colors to both of us

but their fragrance may not be the same.

They may soothe you

 but they may choke my senses completely.

 

The freedom we sense.

It may be sublime to both of us

but its essence may not be.

It may liberate you

but it may restrain me furthermore.

 

The road we see before us.

It may be mysterious to both of us

but its journey may not be.

It may lead you to the domain of the light

but it may land me in the domicile of the darkness.

 

The deity we worship together.

It may be holy to both of us

but its authenticity may not be.

It may be a gem to you forever

 but it may metamorphosis

 into a stone one day to me.

 

The love we have for us.

It may be intrinsic to both of us

but its molecules may not be.

It may be The Everest to you

but it may be a meager hill to me.

 

And most notably

our orgasm may not be the same.

It may be stimulating to you

but it may be monotonous to me.

 

But no matter what

there will always be

the bond of understanding

 between us.

 

And it will forever convey

 the power of our love

as the sprouting  leaves of grass

that have the power to move rocks.

I sat there

 

The sun has risen

from her navel.

An inked snake

twists around her waist,

and the scorpion crawls

 up her emaciated torso.

Moist are her eyes.

And a beautiful

rainbow

dangles

over her breasts.

Nature encompasses all.

The world is madly in love again.

While the sun

took its time

to caress the sky

I sat there beside her

with a drink

looking at her

without winking my eyes.

Intoxication

 

Sip this glass of wine. Will you?

It will not intoxicate you at all.

Let it slowly enter inside you

and produce bubbles in your heart.

O my good friends just consider this!

Isn’t there a lie being spread around?

Wine, it doesn’t intoxicate us;

it just stirs the emotions of our heart.

Wine, it doesn’t intoxicate us;

we are intoxicated by our own thoughts.

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Bhuwan Thapaliya was born in Kathmandu, Nepal and is the author of four poetry collections. His books include Safa Tempo: Poems New and Selected, Our Nepal, Our Pride, Rhythm of the Heart, and Verses from the Himalayas.

His poems and articles have been widely published in journals and periodicals such as Kritya, The Foundling Review, FOLLY,  Pandemic Magazine, The Poet,  Valient Scribe, Strong Verse, Countercurrents.org, Ponder Savant,  Mindful of Poetry,  Poetseers,   Taj Mahal Review,  Poetry Life and Times, VOICES, Longfellow Literary Project, Poets Against the War,  among many others.