#kathmandu
I walk these streets, silent and still,
Faces pass by, each chasing their will.
No words I offer, no call, no cheer,
In their worlds, they dwell—so far, so near.
Let them wander where their visions lie,
Beneath the same vast Nepali sky.
Dreams of theirs I do not intrude,
For in my quiet, I find my mood.
Am I rude to pass and not engage?
Or just a soul, freeing their stage?
Each moment they craft, I let it unfold,
A mosaic woven in threads untold.
Beneath these hills, in Kathmandu's grace,
I honor their rhythm, their time, their space.
For in this stillness, I see more clear—
A bond unspoken, yet ever near.
Let their paths shine, let them be,
As I journey within, just silently.
Nepali hearts, vast and deep,
In quiet respect, their space I keep.
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 12:40 AM UTC
From wood to wood
teak faces painted red
I wash your feet
with salt from heaven’s rim.
I observe
the eye of god
from our window I
witness
the carving of sorrow
it sprouts from Shiva’s
black hair, the Ganga
seeps from it like a serpent.
we go to the temple
complaints like cigarettes
in the stub box
smoke suffocates our hearts
so that we can offer
god only dead things.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 7:33 AM UTC
The very finest cat-man stew
Is made and served in Kathmandu.
O.O
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC