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 Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya
Eriko
eve
 Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya
Eriko
eve
The eve of a small joke
the ghost of a smile
hidden behind our masks
grown too comfortable,  
the secrecy behind eyes
the softest desires of lips
the eve of gentle rainfalls
the tenderness of night
grown too famaliar,  
these nights carry far
into reminiscences of
our future memories,
smitten and forever stolen
these long hours
spent on silver
eves
Rainbows in the night sky, pathways to some mystic plain of existence. Northern lights dance and dip through the vast open darkness. Like a divine ribbon being played by a child, it tosses itself too and froe. A spectacle to be observed in the waste of cold and unforgiving lands. It reminds the heart of what wonder can be. Opening the imagination to tales of the divinity of our origins. Mattering not what you may believe those to be. It sings with a voice beyond the ability of human ears to hear. Serenading the universe as it billows round the northern sphere. What a wonder the northern lights are to see.
In my mind, we stand on the balcony
Drinking whiskey bourbon talking 'bout you and me
In my mind, we move down to a city in Mexico
Get away from the winter because we both can't stand the cold

In my mind, we follow our dreams to Rome
Live like pharaohs and worship each other's bones
In my mind, we make love like lovers do
Becoming each other, there is no me and you

In my mind, the tidal waves start to fall
Breaking down the canyon, breaking down the valley walls
In my mind, the sky begins to break
Every little crack is another small mistake

In my mind, you're lying here in my arms
Falling asleep to your breath and no alarm
In my mind, your secrets are safe with me
Like a little piece of you that I get to keep

In my mind, we meet on the edge of town
You look at me for protection as we drive around
But my mind isn't what the world wants to be
I guess, today, I'll start moving on down the street
I get frustrated when people make assumptions about poets
They're sad
They're mad
They're all the same

Arn't we all poets? In one way or another?
Or couldn't we be?
Poetry is everywhere, in everything.
They're not "just words" and I don't think poets are one specific select group of people.
Everyone could be a poet, in one way or another.
Some just use different mediums: a poet of paint on canvas arranging it in a certain way to invoke a certain feeling of sorts.
A poet of body movement set to music.
A poet in there head thinking up combinations of words but deciding there best left unsaid, undocumented.
There can't truely be a poet stereotype... Because we're all poets... Or could be..In one way or another.
I once read something titled "Just words"  that kind of blew my mind and really made me think about things and realize that it really is kind of at the essences of everything.
And I swear to you, God is a woman


Since nothing is as astonishing
a universe thus designed
and beauty made paramount
Love lifted toward divine


So God is a woman, a mother to birth us all
yet like most mothers
who perish at the thought
will relinquish the needy virulent babe
turn her back like stones : a wailing wall
remembering our better days

tough love can spurn
but does return
we are family after all

born not made
to rise not fall
all that mother gave
this which love has saved.


Peace be with you
and Namaste.
Sitting around
waiting for the big moment
endless hours skim around
the bare face clock
The clock wont lie
It has one face not two
Unlike the town hall clock
that must tell some stories.
Waiting around
not in a busy crowd
but in rows, on lonely chairs
looking to one's left
then to the right.
Then back to the floor
Waiting in rows
nowhere to go
just through the cold door
Seem to be waiting forever more.
Waiting for Christmas so it seems
it will be here quicker than you know
papers will be torn,
on the day A Baby was born
Waiting for the New Year
Bells ring out, lights adorn the sky
another year goes flying by
A new year will ring
and what will it bring
happiness, or yes I hope so
I will wait gladly for that one.
the sun burns red in the west
The  lovers meet in secret
Following their hearts
in the cropping darkness

It is big and brave
For the passionate lover
He would hand it to her love tonight
Hoping that she would cherish it

Even  when he will be away
She gives him hers
Tells him "be strong and intact
Return safe my love
I will be waiting for you"

The heart,
That little body part
habouring all issues
Makes all decisions

The heart,
it strengthens the soldier
in the battle front
Singing to him songs of courage
Reminding him of his sweet love at home

Love from the heart is true  and  passionate
Its different from lust
and  is bound to last

The battle is love
Even though the war is different
He kills for love
she is the only thing in mind

She  gets broken a few times
taunted  by sociopaths
Telling her  'they will never come back"
She has waited for times and times

But the heart stands all the tests
Most of the times

The heart that
lordship of mind and body
Guides everyody

Decisions of the heart
You can trust

He thinks with the mind for tact
but nomatter what
He follows  his heart;
even though he is bruised and hurt

The mind fills him with doubt
but the heart tells him  to fight
Reminds him of heroes
and sweet love-making
Turns him to a matador

the eyes give him sight
but the heart fills him with insight
Hugging him tight
it neutralises his fright
He marches right

Into enemy territory
She is barely making through
They think she should remarry
News of fallen soldiers  devastates her heart

Man's strength is from within the heart
Courage is not from spears
Not arrows and swords...
That small body part!

Emperors and conquerors
Lovers and soldiers listen
Fathers and Mothers
They listen to the heart

He creates  devastation
Wrecking the enemy camp
As his battalion joins in
His heart moulding him
Into a hero

That small body part
Endures all in patience
As she waits
Saying its never late

...a  time of jubilation
Victory cries are heard
Those back are few
But they removed the enemy
By conviction of their hearts

He is a legend
The man after everyone's hearts
She is joyous
As she runs into his embrace

The heart
That small body part
Endured it all

A soldier's heart...
Listen to the heart.It speaks in that small voice within.
 Dec 2015 Sumina Thapaliya
nivek
when the wind is a friendly sound
and rain plays gently with your mind
you know your lover is close
as the Sun breaks apart the clouds
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