The Blind

The misty  colorful halo
shedded by the echoes of reflection
spreading through the sky
from one rock to the other;
bleeding all the colors visible
to this uncertain blind man
who cannot imagine the fiction,
the way I or you see it.

He has his own ways
to feel the chilling wind
that carries the misty light
of the big stone – the moon;
The moon that borrows
a little bit of sun shine
to light the path for those
that are in the dark mist.

 

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“Uncertain you called – why? “
Asked another blind, you see.
“Imagine, he cannot – why?”
With a grim, he muttered his tooth.
Silence filled empty rooms.
Blind or blinded is everyone.
True colors are hard to see
when illusion rules the demon.

-Nakul

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Yellow Spots

The one who cares
Even when an ant bites.
The one who shares
Through all the hardest nights.

The ultimate compassion
She holds and teaches the same.
Decisions tough, sacrifices made,
Holding her child; the only fame.

Mother

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The warmth of her wings
Flows through my veins.
The sight of her world remains
My most precious gain.

Ah! Such love to feel
In every bite of her meal.
“Always in my heart, you are.”
Only the truth to hear.

Day and night you work
To feed, to care, to shelter.
Appreciating you today,
Happy Mothers Day!

– Nakul


The Snow Flake

And she departs from the clouds
to be amazed how the wind
overpowers the direction she moves
to get to the unknown.

She feels the enriched horizon:
The green, blue and the brown
With the hope of settling
on truly wonderful this time.

Slowly sinking on to the Earth
Pushed and thrown away
From her dream to chaos
She hits the road harshly.

And she melts instantly
Waiting to vaporize again;
Hoping her journey entails
The will and a purpose.

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The Content of Nature.

The white blanket
floats on the waters of Isles
to preserve the nature underneath.

The flowers outside
await the retribution
when true becomes the myth.

The content of nature.

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The Camouflage

Some say the branches
lifted, ran and flew.
Some say the nakedness
runs wild here for new.

Some say the eyes
are to blame the fall
But few know,
The colors give it all.

The Camouflage.

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Defiance of Gravity

When the buds blossom,
the ignorance has its peak,
And the bliss paves its way
moving grounds of creation
up above. Defying gravity.

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Outside the Frame

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When the ripple hits another,
the sound collapsed to
drop another ripple
In the still pond of life.

And how this universe has gone
outside the frames of reality-
“The wind husks into the mainsail
And takes away the dreams.”

And here I wonder the pain of missing
the view of their beautiful galaxy.
I wonder how I would understand —
“a ship that has sailed”.

-Nakul Regmi