November 12, 2022
Sriza Shrestha
Life rattles through his vein and shines through his eyes
Like moon they talk of lofty dreams and passion
Like the breeze enclosing my existence, lifting me up
In his cue settles the heaviness, creating heaven of hopes
When he passes through those verses, pages and streets unknown
He dances in the rain, the flowers and the ghosts
Of people who lived, who shined, who stood, who thought
The blink of a bulb, visible it is in words he deciphers the most
The skin embalmed with happiness, the autumn touch
The hair witnessing the winter, story of warmth in the fall
Fingers entangled, the sunset, the clouds, the mist and the fogs
In our divining, I see the cozy fire burning in us