Malla Sahitya || june || Rudra Kinshuk

|| Malla Sahitya ||  Rudra Kinshuk

At the Temple of Shyamarupa

 

Tourist eyes look at them, strange,

mother and daughter,

picking up lice from here.

Extinguished fire under trees

speaks of them who left .

And adventures of Ichhai

recede silently into forgetfulness.

 

Tourists find

only sands and pebbles,

At the heart of the plundered river

but one who smells wisp of fragrance

of water underneath

is the lover.

Summer at temple of goddess

of Shyamarupa

ends in the anecdotes

of her silent weeping

for her disobedient devotee

and withering river.

The Lone Traveler

(In Memory of David McCutchion)

 

From the dawn to twilight

you walk among ruins

to listen to the whispers of stones

your camera got flashing on melting shadows

disappearing into the jaws,

the eternal dictates of time.

 

Yet love is an enigmatic musk deer

charmed in ephemeral fragrance.

 

The Deul temple

near the forest of Goddess Shyamarupa

evokes the memory of weeping love.

 

Before the setting of the final dark

a collective howl of jackals