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Bhaskar Dhakal Aug 2015
A horrific thunderbolt
hit me right at my chest.
Oh! what an assault.
A hundred carafes of poison
or
the thousand rounds of bullets
would have hurt less
than the pain it caused
when
you abandoned me.

But,
I tried to deal with it.
‘Move on’,
I urged my inner me.
‘I am not a loser.
Quitting is never an option’,
I tried to pacify the anguish.
It did not aid.
The palpable twinge
troubled more;
aww! my delicate heart.

To sweep away the woe,
I pact with the *****.
Alas!
Every sip of the nasty tipple
ousted heavy flood
from my shuddering eyes.
I could tell you , love,
that was quite a sight.

Still the heart pounding,
the excruciating truth,
still unsolved.
I banged my liquor’s glass
in sheer dismay.
Sane enough to halt
the bleeding from the wound,
I searched the bandage.
Sadly, the wound was in heart.


- Bhaskar Dhakal
http://bhaskardhakal.blogspot.com/2012/02/grievous-separation.html
Bhaskar Dhakal Aug 2015
If you could hug yourself,
would you do it?
For the pain you feel within,
is understood no better by others
than you.
Have you ever cried tears of blood
and felt that the heart is full of tears,
instead?
And you are still living,
questioning yourself,'is this existence or survival'?
Whatever it is, you don't care.
You see no difference.
You don't actually see at all.
You are blank.
Everything is black.
That black, which has every colour in it.
Will you be able to find a rainbow in it?
Will you be able to find a 'lost you'?
Will you recognize your own avatar?
Will you even try?
When you find 'yourself', what will you do?
Will you hug 'yourself'?

-@poetry_bhaskardhakal
www.bhaskardhakal.blogspot.com
  Feb 2015 Bhaskar Dhakal
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In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.

I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name,
"Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I Spot Desperation In Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her.

The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?"
The Captain Now Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married,"
I Look So Clueless To Which He Simply Replies, "There Is No Girl."

True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.

Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.

As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed,
I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."

She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.
7 Stanzas of a Beautiful Open-Eyed Dream

Read the entire Angel Saga by me, Atul Kaushal.
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-series/

My HP Poem #19
©Atul Kaushal

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Bhaskar Dhakal Dec 2014
Five years from now,
you will be a lady.
You will marry:
not only the man
but his family,
his misery n ecstasy,
his flaws and his perfection.
You will build patience
and devotion.
Each day,
you shall be radiant
and you shall shine.
But will you still be mine?

Fifteen years from now,
you will be a mother.
You will have a couple of kids.
You will learn to:
compromise and sacrifice.
You will be softer, kinder and stronger.
And you will also try to be harder.
Happiness will no longer be abstract.
You will be complete
and you shall look more divine.
But sweetheart, will you still be mine?

Thirty years from now,
you will have lived an era.
You will be wise and insightful.
Your children will look at you
and be inspired.
You will remember your parents
and smile a little inside.
You will have wrinkles
plus your hair will turn grey.
Those signs of ageing
will never matter, hey.
Because by then,
You will have achieved everything
and the whole world will be thine.
But love, will you still be mine?

Forty years from now,
you will have grandchildren by your side.
You will realize that heaven
is not somewhere in the sky.
You will look at those kids and
thank the almighty
for the years that passed by.
You will have nothing to regret
and every moment you'll feel satisfied.
Kids, grand kids, laughter n love
will be your ultimate wealth
and your cloud nine.
But my dear, will you still be mine?
Bhaskar Dhakal Dec 2014
As you come home from your work,
all tired,
and you smile at me
realizing that you are home,
you look beautiful.

And when you reach for me,
and hug me
like we have been parted for years,
nothing seems more beautiful.

Your warmth,
your aroma,
your soft silky hair,
and the taste of your lips,
makes me realize that
I am finally home too.

Without your dulcet voice,
without you being there,
home does not feel like home.
Your laughter,
the sound of your anklets,
you calling me 'baby',
your fragrance,
your presence,
is my home.

With you beside me,
as we gaze into the night sky,
counting stars,
I realize
"Eternity was never too short before this."
Bhaskar Dhakal Dec 2014
Gloominess all around me
I could see no light
The pain is ruling, tears are flooding
I know there is no way I can fight.

I scream, I cry, I hit the walls
but all I get is woe
I curse my fate, sit in disgrace
having nothing to do.

They dragged me in this ocean of chaos
blaming me that I committed a crime
Now I can do nothing
except to sit and hymn

They smashed my face real hard
and thwacked my jaw
They made me naked on those frigid nights
for breaking their law.

They tortured me all night long
just to make me accept the sin
I had no any alternatives left
except to agree and lean.

I had no evidence of being innocent
So I accepted the crime
For I could not bear the grief
that they gave me every time.

Now, I am waiting for that day to come
when the ropes embrace my neck
I will then fly freely in the air
with no pains to take.
Bhaskar Dhakal Dec 2014
Free your mind, relax your soul
Relish the present, forget the bygone
Open up; identify the colors in the space
Be hopeful and Make the most out of your existence
Let the sun shine on you; take a bath in light
Feel the energy; kick the impossibilities out of sight
Chase a butterfly and listen to the birds chirping,
How wonderful is their tone and the singing.
Let yourself loose with the flowing rill
Touch the serenity of a sea; tell me how do you feel?
Watch the flowers blossom and lose yourself on the fragrance
Set your foot out, embrace the rain and dance
Let the wind tickle you and provide you the bliss
Notice the glow on your beloveds’ face when you give them a kiss
Don’t curse the dark, it bestows you the moon and the star
Light the candles instead, push your terrors far
Enjoy the life as if there is no tomorrow
Be positive and you will discover no sorrow
Unearth the splendors, they are all around you
You smile at the world and the world will smile at you
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