By Nirmal Kumar Thapa
Taking the first sight of this planet, a glance around the world;
With your first cry
Shouting the demands of joy,
Even without smelling the sagacity;
Your demand with horrific tears
I can sense the deeper entails of your crying;
Perhaps, you are grieved with fear of death
A journey from the cradle to the grave,
From a reckless infant to a mystic older soul,
From a brighter shine to a stout pale ray, I know your vexation;
For a lavish survival,
How to guard your soul;
Dido for savouring equanimity,
And where are you going?
Stepping moments towards a grave!
You can’t catch all.
Everything is accompanying you, your serenity, safety
and leading you to the bone yard;
Before death arrives,
Get delighted with festive being-ness, forgetful of your aim;
Don’t rush your existence, too meaningless,
If you couldn’t tap your feet under the blissful shine,
No realisation can ever let you smell the iciness of the grave,
So, don’t miss the great songs of life.
Feel the rhythm and dance, before you go a deep-sleep,
Dance without songs and music,
Cheer-up from your silent world;
You may stir your own-ness melody
Music, far away from Beethoven’s.
Cherishing a divine music of Cosmic flute,
But such silence is hard to keep, relish those very moments,
While you lived silently
It brings completeness, intensely.
Then you comprehend those moments,
A death of deathlessness;
Graveyard is the aim but death is not,
While you endured wholly,
A journey to enjoy deep into the self
Can also enjoy the journey to the grave;
Are you missing the eternal principle of life?
The real fruit of life?
You’re stepping towards a mere departure of your life.
Uttering with tears,
You surprised me.
don’t lose your own joy
that you can sense sitting alone silently,
Death seeks a normal visit,
That you most welcome and celebrate;
For an ultimate challenge of the unknown
Enter in death enjoying a silent song.
Then death is no more a fear of the soul.
Take it as a sutra
A mantra of life, like ~
OM MANE PADME HUM
SATYEM SHIVAM SUNDARAM
And exert it in your own inner space,
Where your beloved one has placed;
Live adventurously, with a wild wisdom,
Cheer up your Laughter without gags,
A great joke laughs at me.
Birth is nothing but live it with a source of passion,
Reunite your passion with the next ardour.
Nirmal Kumar Thapa from Nepal is a unique poet, famed for his spiritual blend into contemporary life. He lives in Kathmandu. His edited work COVID-19, an anthology of short stories featuring 26 authors, has recently been published under the ‘Nepal Centre International’ Banner.
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