BETWEEN RAINBOW AND MELODY
As you entered the room
stirring air with suppleness of walk
waking up the stillness with jingles of cymbals
making curtains dance to the sound of bangles
aroma wafted into air from canvas and copybooks
my paintbrush grew restless
and pen became enraptured
my eyes, hands and other parts
My heart spread rainbow in the room
like colours of youth and
lilts of life’s melodies.
You who are sitting before me
have the power to
change my consciousness
into painting, poem, melody
or anything else!
I know you’ll speak no truth at this time.
I’ve to be guided
solely by your silence, your eyes and
the inaudible appeals of your heart.
I’ve to settle before I lose the presence of mind-
whether I should use brush or pen
or my eyes, hands or something else
and create a unique
all in you.
Whose city is this?
I was watching
a city taking shape
like raging delusions
from the deposits of migrating
lovely pristine villages.
Grown playing in dusty streets,
I was searching myself
standing on bifurcating streets
between growing houses
in times dangerous even to tread.
Someone with no shape
came suddenly in my life’s noon
and grabbing with trembling hands
asked me, lost on my own footpath
as far as the memory goes,
whose city is this?
I’m watching the rainbows
rising from the far water place
lost in the artificial light of midnight.
I’m watching birds flying hither
from far horizons
singing songs of love
dancing to sounds of confusions.
the breeze arriving
fanning coolness on me
returning now by igniting fire
pushing me aside.
bestowing life on us
entered the city and
left by tearing gardens of life,
Even one who looked like human
in meetings outside
sold a no-man inside the city
and dissolved into that act.
At moments I wish
to became part of the perennially roaring
hurricanes of abuses
and stand naked dropping
all sense of responsibilities,
And cry with the quivering speech it has taught
by mustering the sanguine spirit
made from this city’s water, with
impulses supported by its air—
This is a city of those who dance
to the senseless slogans of the crowd,
Of those who see beauty on outer paints
used to camouflage real humans,
Of those dozing contentedly on
insensitivity as their ideals,
Of those who live in dreams and die in waking hours,
Of those who lose themselves walking,
Of the lunatics.
This is a city of those
who turn the pheasant
flying from rhododendron branch
carrying music of life
into crows by consecrating them
to the staples of the temples,
Of those who leave the god
behind in old people’s homes
and search on television after returning home,
Of those who throw human baby into trash container
and suckle dog’s puppies.
carrying a mind drained
by the pain of its ugliness
and analysing half a basket of time,
I’m visualising this city and me
all under one perception
This city is laughing
by drinking its own disillusionments
with my anxieties,
It’s burgeoning by toying with
my unfulfilled desires,
Is sleeping under the cover
of the sweet dreams of my love narratives,
Is waking up by carrying out
demonstrations of my rebellions.
I’ve brought this city’s dust and smoke home
and washed them with my face and clothes,
I’ve picked up its raucous sounds
and carefully chiselling them
have used in my songs,
I’ve embellished my poetry
by collecting its chaotic scenes,
And by collecting its anguish,
I’ve wreathed the melody of my life.
Taking upon myself
all its virtues and vices,
this city is mine.
(Suman Pokhrel poems Translated from Nepali by Abhi Subedi)
Suman Pokhrel is a multilingual Nepali poet, lyricist, translator, and an artist. His works have been widely acclaimed and are published internationally. His poems revolve around the nuances of life. The play around his choice of words creates magic in the minds of his readers. Pokhrel’s lyrics are marked for their musical qualities and literary verve. Pokhrel has read his poems in various international literary meets including SAARC Charter Day Celebrations on December 8, 2013 in New Delhi, India as an especial invitee. He received SAARC Literary Award in 2013 and 2015.