Two sets of foot prints,
one, arriving; the other leaving.
Frozen, sprinkled by falling snow.

You stood there, at my steps;
Waiting, longer than necessary,
I see the deep grooves,
the scuffle of impatient feet
on broken ice;
Thoughts unsure, insecurities abound,
I waited for the soft knock,
imagined the gentle flakes,
Your eyelashes covered in melting ice,
Icy breath breathing death.
I waited, icicles to form,
my heart to stone,
my blood to ice
my soul to race to the unknown.

I waited, for you to knock,
Yet you left as suddenly,
as you came;
leaving icy images at my door.
like the whispers of thousand deaths,
in my dreams.

I was spared,
I know not why
the skies do not reveal their secrets,
the flakes don't tell no tales,
Yet,
Death had passed me by!

खुमार साहब दिवंगत हुनुभएको १९९९ मा ।

Star, another classic and timely.

The first three lines of the poem summed up what to expect. The object unattianed is mysterious and hence better. Not a poem fan, but liked it.
Nepe's those two urdu lines, really good. Let's share few more, goya...irshaad ki barsaat tab hogi.

कविता गहिरो लाग्यो
मीठो कमेन्ट दिएछन् हाम्रो गोकुल सरले !

कवितामा हाम्फाल्न सकिन
डुबाउला कि भन्ने डरले !!

मार्लान् भन्दै टाँडिपारी पुगेछन्
नेपेजीको शेरलाई भाँचेर पप बनाएछन् कलंकी सरले !!!

bho nakottyaou mero ghau
khaata basi saake aaba....
bho najalau mero chhati
jalna baki chhaina kehi aaba....
baki ke nai chha ra ma sanga, sibaya aashu
binti chha na aau khosna tyo pani abaa.....
matra ek anteem chahana mero
timrai samjhana ma marchhu aaba......

Kukur ko puchaar baango nai dekhcuuu , sidhaa aakale herda panii
Sitara ko Kavitaa bujhnanai garoo, jatisukaii padera lauda panii

Hahahaha woud any one explain me whats the writer of this poem expressing about.Maile ta bujhena .Aba timiharu le bujhera tarif gareko hoki kina ho .bujheko harule bhujaidiye avarii hune thiye.Hahahaa still dazzed and confuesd ......

hehe everyone was praising her poem and felt so ackward to ask what does this poem really mean bhanera................ramro cha bhanu bhane bujeko hoina naramro cha bhanu bhanee kata kaaata bujeko jasto ..............haha ;)
nivan lai jasati malai pani same problem paryo...kasaile bujaidiye hunthiyo ni.

So many spirits at my door,
like flakes evaporating on the floor,
How can I explain imagery,
when illusions are my anlogy!

:)

analogy*

Hahahahaha SItara hajur.. bujauna khojeko ho ki.. ajai confuse banauna khojeko ho. LOL.....hahahahahha

Hajur ko students haru lai pani yesari nai bujaunu huncha ho?:p.. I bet they must understand everything. Ahhh hundreds os shakespeare breeding in that school :). Perhaps an elementry school graduate in tat SAKOOL should be coveted as graduates ;).

Hehehe. just could not ignore the humore part. Their question and ur even more complex ans. LOL. Keep rocking.

Hahahahhaha,
IndisGuise:)

P.S: Nivan bro and ruina chweetie;)... Aba ta eeessssspaasta bhayo hola ni hoina? LOL.
But it indeed is a nice poem. :)

Thanks friends for stopping by on this wintry day.

Oi Kalanki! VA coming and sutukka going? Send me a greater snow storm so I can have snow days.

Jagalteyji: Satya ghatna ma adharit tara still haunts me.

Pink Floyed: Cinquain hmmm... I went back and counted the lines. :) You are very observant and thank you for your comments. I take them as constructive critique. I used to write in rhymes and sonnets but such limited my depiction of imagery. Now free-style allows me unlimitted leeway.

Ashley, my sweet: Thank you! I only wish you would start writing in Sajha again. Your writing brings the youthfulness and vigor that sajha needs.

Confused and Uday; Sitara never lost her groove, she just doesn't dance to others' tunes. But thank you for reading.

Isolated F ji: La la, anecdotes lekhu la... hamro poetry ma political dum chaina ni! ;) But I thought you looked for symbolicism ... try that in mine too... :)

Nepe and Gokul ji... oho! Ma ta dhanya... those footprints don't match my Yama raj's. He was wearing "khadaoo" . :P

Oysa, lau na la... you still in VA? how about another memory lane? Waiting for another storm so I have a week off!

Indi le jiskaoonupayeta... Aphno dhoti on fire thaha chaina... what is burning bhancha! :P

Dada giri, I have been reading your beautiful Nepali with envy... kaash. Yespali ta bombastic Nepali words (nepe ji ko) ultha garna... Nepali to English to Nepali dicationary bokeko chu.

PresidentofNepali ji: mero darshan... Marera hunna hajur, president, Baanchera bhachayera matra. Tara hajur ko tyo kabita chahin sarai tragic lagyo.

DWI: Really, you don't like poetry? But you do a great job with haiku ni. Still remember naming you "Drunk While Inscribing!" ;)

Jira and TMA; Hami lekhdai garamla... you guys keep writing too pls. What is a world without words?
TMA: Yes, I will send you some snow flakes; save them if you can, in the memories of a beautiful winter. Beauty hath its destructions though... ;)

Beloved, my Beloved, when I think

That thou wast in the world a year ago,

What time I sat alone here in the snow

And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink

No moment at thy voice, but, link by link,

Went counting all my chains as if that so

They never could fall off at any blow

Struck by thy possible hand,?why, thus I drink

Of life's great cup of wonder ! Wonderful,

Never to feel thee thrill the day or night

With personal act or speech,?nor ever cull

Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white

Thou sawest growing! Atheists are as dull,

Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight.


- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sitara, The tone of your poem and and the title reminded me of this poem by Browning. There was some other poem by Dickinson too, but could not remember right now.

nice thread. must have taken sitara d a lot of time to answer everyone :p

i could not read some post due to font problem :(

Yesterday
I am sixteen, by the way
Me and my girl friend near by the Goa (Tampa) bay
Drinking a bottle of beer and smoking
Kissing each other in a wonderful way

Today
I am twenty five, by the way
Me and my wife near by the San Francisco bay
Drinking 24 pack of beers and smoking
Hating each in a desperate way

Tomorrow
I am forty five, by the way
Me and myself walking along the Fewa bay
Drinking bottles of vodka and smoking cigar
Counting my time, if death is on the way.

Day before yesterday
????????????.
I am boy
She is a girl
Today we are in love
So, screw our family and f@ck the world

Yesterday
??????.
She thinks she is a human
and I am an evil
But our relationship exist
How can this happen?

Now
?????????
She says she is leaving me
I say ?go to hell?
She says give me divorce
I say ?ok dear! meet you in the court?
?????????????
Small suggestion: - don't get drunk, otherwise you will end up writing stupid poems like me.

President of Nepal 2035... Gajjab ko cha poem...first one ekdamm ramro cha...

But ur name suggests something else... 2035 b.s bhaneko ho ki ke ho... je pani yesterday nai ramro bhanchau ta.

How about this..

Yesterday,
Ahh... Candy was gooddddddd........a lil flat but yumm yumm...:)

Today...

Mandyy.. ahhhhhhhh nice nice perky perky... :p

Tommorow..

Oh my god.. what is that, handball or atom bom.;)

IndisGuisE:)

Hey hey NK, Happy New Year! Thanks for the poem. I remember it from a long time ago, but the one which always stuck in my mind:


Because I Could Not Stop For Death
Poem lyrics of Because I Could Not Stop For Death by Emily Dickinson.

Because I could not stop for Death?
He kindly stopped for me?
The Carriage held but just Ourselves?
And Immortality.

We slowly drove?He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility?

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess?in the Ring?
We passed the fields of Gazing Grain?
We passed the Setting Sun?

Or rather?He passed Us?
The Dews drew quivering and chill?
For only Gossamer, my Gown?
My Tippet?only Tulle?

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground?
The Roof was scarcely visible?
The Cornice?in the Ground?

Since then?'tis Centuries?and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity?


PresidentofNepal, you are creative there! Sure, you were drunk? :)

r u really going to marry a nepali girl soon!
thanks god! no more killings in the rest room than!

sorry............................ i posted in a wrong thread.....

NOW-DANCING !

One flake a time, I'll pick them up,
wear them, lace them in my hair,
sparkling jewels, reflective light,
Last flake, adorns my frozen night.

They call me the ice maiden,
moving, swirling like ice on fire,
footsteps etched in frozen state,
steamy wisps of misty breath!

T'is Snowing AGAIN, listen to the silence,
Soft, fast, rapid momentum
bare feet lightly tread each step,
toes in motion, keeping in rhythm!

This time, I'll dance the season,
Dance the snow dance outside reason!
agitated, ardent rekindle each spark,
searing sizzle, dance -dancing a lark!








Yippppppppppppppiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, It's snowing again!

hehe sitara sis.. i know right:D:D:D
yayyyy snowwww baby!!!:D