Passionate -- that's one word that describes Bhuwan Thapaliya's work. A master amongst poets, Bhuwan's work symbolizes one man's unabashed attempt to tell the truth -- to describe love, life, disappointment, sorrow, anger, failure, joy and betrayal in it's truth. His poetry is a human cry for the truth; that truth be represented in our speech, our thoughts and our prayers.
Courageous -- to describe life with all it's troubles intact, to not fear talking about one's insecurities or weaknesses or deepest secrets of the mind. While many poets feel this fear and hold back the words, Bhuwan doesn't. As a result his poetry is perfect.
I had the good fortune of reading Thapaliya's exotic collection of poems from his Authorsden.com site . The first I ever read, Soul Is Androgynous woke me from my walking slumber. With Peace Is Not Dead Yet, It Is Only In Coma, I knew I was reading the work of someone quiet unique. I could not believe that a few lines of poetry could carry so much wisdom.
I became a fan.
I knew I had to write about him, so I asked Thapaliya for two poems: Finite Is The Moment and Blind Lover. The first is an example of the wisdom and brevity with which he writes. The second is the more personal, more passionate side of this Poet, that calls out to every human and vulnerable soul.
Here they are:
Finite Is The Moment
Time is infinite
But finite is the moment
And in every infinite time,
There is a finite moment
Struggling to liberate
From the grasp of its clutch
To enjoy its ephemeral chime
Copyright 2003 Bhuwan Thapaliya
Blind Lover
You cannot see the lustrous sun
Illuminating the whole universe
With those sightless eyes of yours,
For you it is as dark as the womb
You cannot see the lovely rose
In the multicolored garden of earth
With those sightless eyes of yours,
For you it is just another vegetation
You cannot see the majestic river
And its divine flow towards the sea
With those sightless eyes of yours,
For you it is just the torrent of water
You cannot see the charming birds
Entrancing the sky with their waltz
With those sightless eyes of yours
For you they are just a mere illusion
And…
You cannot see me
With those sightless eyes of yours
But how can you perceive
That you love me, without seeing me
And if I were you, and you were me
Would you still have loved me?
Listen…
Yes, I cannot see the Sun
But yet I perceive it
For I sense it with its warmth
And not by its illumination
Yes, I cannot see the rose
But yet I perceive it
For I sense it with its fragrance
And not by its subsistence
Yes, I cannot see the river
But yet I perceive it
For I sense it with its murmur
And not by its course
Yes, I cannot see the birds
But yet I perceive them
For I sense them with their cadence
And not by their swirling ballets
Yes, I cannot see you
But yet I perceive my love for you
For I sense you with my heart
That was made to love you and only you
Listen further….
If seeing is believing
Then god is hoax
Because we haven’t seen god
But still we have intrinsic faith in him
Because seeing is only believing
But feeling is understanding
And we sense that there is god
Not only in the heaven
But all around us in the form of love
Yes…
I cannot see your pulchritude
Yet, I am in love with you
Without seeing your appearance
For love is not light
Love is the source of light
And it is its unseen power,
Which makes itself felt
Though I do not glimpse it
I perceive it through my heart
Because seeing is only believing
But feeling is knowing and understanding
Forever keep this is mind….
We are alive because of god
But we are living because of love
And there is no "Heaven" and no "Hell"
If there is anything, there is castle of love
And as the snow melts in the sunshine
Desolation melts upon the dawn of love
And it is love that sustains us and transcends
Our life with its interminable warmth
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