Not the water
but the vapor I am.
Try not to contain me.
The more you,
come closer to me.
The more
remote I will be.
Stay in the distance,
just perceive me.
And listen to the
salient waves
of my love
flowing in the
river of your dreams.
There you will
hear my soul
singing the glory
of our love.
But think before,
you tread over me.
For, I am the
narrow,
bumpy trail
that begins
after the end
of the wide,
smooth road.
And, I am
not the lily
blooming
in the garden
of your hope.
I am,
the cactus
blooming
in the desert
of your core
to pierce your soul.
Yes, I am
the time
blown by the
malice of fate
towards the
infinite cosmos
of uncertainty.
I know not,
what love is?
I am the
emblem of tragedy.


Copyright 2004 Bhuwan Thapaliya