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Best Poems From
BED PRAKASH BHATTA
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ALL IN A NIGHT...
Death, has the passerby, love his moments-
But they aren't for long.
Wealth, jewels and his all garments-
For one day, they'll all be gone.
Beneath his bed, lies a pocket radio, and that is small-
But he wouldn't be able to hear it.
As the mightiest forwarded a call,
The body can't even wait a bit.
Beside his body, no one lies; for he has no belongings-
But he would face the situation.
He didn't earn friendship from his spendings-
And now no one cares for his cremation.
In the wall, is hung, the picture of Monalisa; quiet, smiling.
But he would make no smile.
For his life has been piled up; is now piling,
And for now, he has to make a bitter exile.
Laughed, along the sea; the tides went along-
But he drew out the tears.
The mighty's bliss with the painful song,
As for death, who now fears.
Bed Prakash Bhatta
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Flow Within Me...
Listen the blow,
in the silent woods.
Feel the flow,
of love-veins.
hear the sensations,
feel the rhythm!
Observe your heart,
believe your thoughts.
See the world around you,
give your hands.
I heard your song,
i felt the air,
i felt your body.
I learned your thoughts,
Observed the every beat of your heart;
I felt your flow within me.
Wait!
The bullet has landed.
Is it within your soft skin?
Check!
Listen!
That must be the mine-explosion.
Where is your heart?
Where is the beat?
Triolly,
the movement;
the air has faded.
Your brother,
where is his heart?
where is his beat?
Say,
speak up!
'manage time for love, '
I did.
but now-
you are motionless.
How can I...?
Reply to my perceptions.
I shall be coming to you!
Wait!
The love doesn't end.
Absence is there;
For short, for long.
love your heart-beat,
love your thoughts,
love is love-
love shall love;
the love you lived,
the love we cherished,
will live-
with love.
I shall be coming to you,
with the flow.
And we'll explain-
with the exuberance.
Bed Prakash Bhatta
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From the Sepals...
Happy and well,
one life of this earth.
Pronounced the guts-
from the very birth.
Why is she quiet now?
Her questions,
her individualism.
Theories of her nuptial knots-
with the pharaohs of the present times.
Where has her philtre for alterations gone?
Bore she the stoicism;
from grand ones to the precessives.
Can a squeezed throat;
utter the words-
of bliss;
and the certitude.
slapped,
being a juvenile.
Juvenile-
as she has broken the norms.
Norms of retrospects,
norms of blindness.
The norms-
which restricted the pleasure and freedom.
She,
unveiled the veil.
She-
sought for the open-ness.
She,
searched the bone-fire;
amidst the extremism-
amidst the gurus.
Exiled,
for the relief.
Mixed is the splitted;
of a girl of Hinduism and Islam.
Storms
in the silent ship-
couldn't break the deck;
nor the sailor took the turning.
Bed Prakash Bhatta
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Love And The Wind
Looking through the glass pane,
I saw you.
Sharing your lips with a guy,
Who stood firm in the deeds.
I did admire it,
really.
Really you did a great job,
Do accept my wishes.
Some day,
you embraced with your utmost.
Some day,
you hated the sturdy boast.
Some day,
you found love in me.
Some day,
we made the decree.
Some day,
you held my hands.
Some day,
we exchanged the thanks.
Now,
I found you.
I found you-
I found your heart.
Share your body as well,
Then-
I will congratulate you.
I'll love you to the fullest.
You know,
hurricane does destroy living.
It can shake the blood-
but this determination is unshakeable.
Few days ago,
you knew your companion.
Few days ago,
you threw your heart.
I congratualte you,
not coldly.
See the warmth in my words,
Yeah dear- I congratulate you.
Let the minds roll,
Let the time crawl.
Let the life run-
Let not your fun drown.
I won't feel guilt,
because there's no matter of satisfaction.
Won't I feel the guilt,
as you dwindled in your devotion.
You made a thrill,
you had the 'bull's eye.'
You fixed the arrow-
you did kill the innocence.
Wash your face,
Rinse your brain.
Find what are you here for,
Find what you desire for.
Greatness of you,
greatness of your act.
I thought that was just a rain,
I didn't realise the wind along.
Wind;
blow away the love.
Blow to the land-
where hatred and betray never prevail.
Wind-
blow away on your own...
Bed Prakash Bhatta
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