Poetry:
Momila
A tale of contractual affairs
The day my contractual affair began with you
I welcomed you
With a Kalash, a holy pitcher, in my eyes laying at the door
Today, the last day our journey together
I said my farewell to you
Laying my heart on the threshold of the same door
I wonder
How you could walk away treading on my heart !
When you tried to enter my heart through my eyes
My heart refused to allow you in
Today when you stepped out of this door
And walked away from me
Only my hands could say goodbye to you.
I wonder
Is the life that lives on the spot
Only an experiment ?!
At this moment
In the cupboards of my room
Are lying memories of your love
Like folded clothes
Like books decorated in racks.
I wonder
How long can the memories remain
Piled in the cupboards of life !
When the earthquake strikes my life,
Making my heart its epicenter
My memories of you falling off the cupboards and racks
And lie scatted on the floor.
Oh ! I have grown so helpless
Unable to store my own memories
I have turned the flower into the Sky
Where these scattered memories can fly unrestrained.
Dear life !
At this moment
I cherish my memories so much
That I find my sky empty no more
Where float memories along with the procession of stars !!
HAPPY LIFE to Me !
HAPPY EXISTENCE to Me !!
Translation: Bal Bahadur
Thapa
