Sampada Rijal

It might be
That in the dispirited flood invading the heart
With the tides of myriad feelings, you are
Sinking and floating
Floating and sinking

It might be
That you are frustrated
With the unending endurance of the breeze
Which just passed touching the curtain

That you are a-quiver
With life-songs of the birds singing
Nestling on the electric wires

That you are  eroded
Of the point of your very existence.

Pray remember,
Sometimes, even the breeze
Can be tied up in balloons;
Sometimes,
A lone ray of light entering the dark room
Through a crack in the window
Can be frightened of its existence;

Sometimes,
A chunk of a cloud
Too can get stuck in a mountain’s strait

Percolate
Slowly, slowly..

Into the quivering smoke of cigarette;
Slowly, slowly..
Melt away from the emptying bottles of alcohol

Every night
Holding tight the thousand yearnings
Of a single act of remembering you
That come to infiltrate my pillow
I shall be waiting for you.

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(Translated from the Nepali original by Roshan Koirala)