Forgive me, my love.
Embrace me in your arms.
I would like to die on your lap,
rather than live alone without you.

To be with you,
I have given up everything
that was bad in me.
So that I may become,
worthy of your love.

What should I do?
Tell me, what should I do,
to gain your love yet again,
and be with you?

Should I cry, starve, or
bang my head on the wall,
and pour out my mind
into the cusp of your life.

Should I walk upside-down,
as the dancing ape;
with my hands down and legs up,
at the edge of the earth.

Tell me, my love.
What should I do?
To gain your love,
yet again and be with you.

Should I munch my flesh, or drink
my semen, and give birth to the trust,
or smolder myself with the moraine ashes
of the cremation ground.

Should I chop the mountain’s crest,
with the machete of freedom, or
accept the suppression of the tyrant,
and wash my face with the democrat’s blood.

What should I do?
Tell me, what should I do,
to gain your love yet again,
and be with you?

Should I deceive my fate,
or detach the light from the sun, or
stop the rain from falling down,
by burning the sky- with human’s pride.

Should I call the temple,
a haven of the sinners, or
bribe the priest, to
worship the devil’s soul.

Tell me, my love.
What should I do?
To gain your love,
yet again and be with you.

Should I kiss the vampire,
and garnish my neck
with the tattoos
of death.

Should I dance naked,
beneath the chilly winter frost,
or walk over the landmines,
and wave good-bye, to my legs.

What should I do?
Tell me, what should I do,
to gain your love yet again,
and be with you?

Should I get drunk,
with the cocktail of dearth, or
blend the pauper’s hope with the alcohol,
and intoxicate the whole world.

Should I laugh with joy,
when the shrieks of the widow
awakens me, from my slumber
every night.

Tell me, my love.
What should I do?
To gain your love,
yet again and be with you.

Should I walk
towards the revolution,
without waiting for it to come to me, or
eat the bullets, and digest the tyranny.

Should I spit,
on the face of the disparity,
or puke all over
the corpses of the humanity.

What should I do?
Tell me, what should I do,
to gain your love yet again,
and be with you?

Should I slumber,
in the arms of the sky,
and paint the rainbow black
with the barren lips of my tongue.

Should I solve,
the riddles of the Nash,
or try to decipher
the lines of my palm.

Tell me, my love.
What should I do?
To gain your love,
yet again and be with you.

Should I estrange,
the days from the month, or
irrigate my misdemeanor
with the pristine tears of the poor.

Should I lure my own sisters,
to the Indian brothel, or
sell my own kidney,
and pay rent to your heart.

What should I do?
Tell me, my love, what should I do
to gain your love yet again,
and be with you?

Should I scrape myself from me
to be with you, or
walk in the pathless path
with the hope of being with you.

Should I beg from the blind,
an eye to see the world
the way you are seeing it, or
close my eyes, to perceive the eternity.

Tell me, my love.
What should I do?
To gain your love,
yet again and be with you.

A thousand pranaams at your feet.
Forgive me the wrong,
I had done to you-fortuitously.
To be with you,
I have given up everything
that was bad in me.

Come here!
Come here in my arms again!
Please don’t hesitate.

You may deprive me
of whatever I possess,
but please do not
deprive me from you, my love!


Copyright 2005 Bhuwan Thapaliya.