Bipurna Tara, 20 may 2016
When do I plant,
The seed of LOVE?
Where do I plant,
The seed of Love?
In the summer,
when the rain starts on the drought
or on the drought when
summer ends with scorching sun heat?
Is love a drop in the sand
or
Is love a drop in the ocean?
My love lost in the sand
or
my love drowned in the sea?
Where did I plant?
The seed of love,
Is it blooming?
or already lost?
Questions remain....
Bipurna Tara, 20 september 2014
“Cut away the old tree
The waste of land,
The waste of money.
Plant new one .”
His eighties grandpa
Looks at him doubtfully.
Whom he scolded?
Bipurna Tara, 12 september 2014
I was writing a poem
I don’t know, what am I going to write?
Feeling tired.
But a poem was to write.
I looked at the window with weary eyes;
The curtain
was blocking to lighten to the room.
I saw the rays coming to me from the curtain’s tiny hole,
'This is my hope' and I wrote a poem.
Bipurna Tara, 9 september 2014
What you are
Or whatever you do
This is the environment
To be weak
To love you.
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