Rupsingh Bhandari

The river Dnieper  Which slithers out from Valdai Russia to Ukraine  Is sleepless without knowing any reasons  As the old grandma,  Dnieper never confused by the conspiracy of the world  Now swelling with many unanswered questions

In between us Separation is flowing from long before The bridges of trust still unrepairable The endlessness, I can’t demark But the heady height of pains

A bunch of birds  Into the sky were cawing  Flipping back and front against the evening wind, Some were trying to balanced  Unmoved.  My heart as well as was floating higher than them  In a hazy recollection of my past.

Every morning When you arrives in my eyes My heart departs towards your majesty… Every day I climb your dignity and I fall off from your top unfurling My autonomous kingdom of freedom,

We went the same place Where we used to go Sat unspoken at the same stone  On the top of the hill Looking over the sky

The silence mornings Catnapped days Chilled evenings and frozen nights Muting the restless city Cuddling with uncertainty.

Carrying a huge desire’s caravan Inside… Outside I am stoned – as if a mundane statue. Desire, chanting “Let us free” Boiling over me.

Topping the courage of Doubtfulness, and trust Who dares to separate and mingle,    Experiments and unwraps self

I stand alone like mountain As it summons its truth—unmoved  Therefore, I am the truth, I am mountain.

Dear Monsoon From the first rain,  you would have been waiting  on the balcony  looking at the way  which, would have disguised  already into the jungle’s  color.  in front of your village.