Pushpa Tuladhar's Poetry pages

A Cup of Tea

Refreshing from A Cup of Tea

A Decrepit Map

Callused skin on my body Ruptured by the cruel nature Like a deserted and dry riverbed In a summer Is the native soil, my Rolpa and Rukum My mutilated soil Maimed by landmines This callus on my soil

An Old Railway Line

In the death chamber confines The soul of my mind Handcuffed by tragedy Sentenced to death penalty Just close to a blink of my eyes With an illusionary greetings Of long lives Standing before me

Bushy Forest

Inside me blossoms a dense forest From the roots of my body hairs, Faster than the eternal verities of my life Running after time, Disperses over my...

Caught in the Lens

The ebony night crawls With its webbed feet On my distressed mind, To peel off my fusty clothes, From my fatigued body, Stinking me like the putrescence Of my time, and of my life, Feels me then

Nirvana

I took my shoes off and entered into the room of darkness of which the shiny black satin slipped from her shoulder exposing the tender flesh hungered with living passion