Book

I have got a book of fiction
I longed to read for long
It came to me like a
veiled bride
like a paradise I want to enter
It has an enigma,
a cuckoo' s call
It's aura of graceful
name only piques me
now because
time has put
an array of things
before me with a dictate to do
by all means,
setting everything
aside, even my breath
to the extent possible.
Time stares at me
with the confidence of death
Lashes me to carry the load
of duty to a place
I spring to my feet
to defy time's command
I wrestle with it
to find time to be with
the warmth of the pages
of the book
We fall kicking to the ground
sometimes time's heavy arms
upon me.
Sometimes my passion's
spell upon time.
It's like an arranged duel
in which none but the book is the winner.


copyright Mukul Dahal 2006



Poetry by Mukul Dahal
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Written on 2006-11-01 at 16:23

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Nagamuthu Osho
Respected Poet,

The words are so close like a Dream or Drama,

The words keep more and more energy with constant querry to carry the readers..

Thanking you, God Bless you and your work.
Yours truly,
N.K.OSHO
2006-11-29


BlueyedSoul
Your writes have such depth...they make me think and ponder the truths of life we all encounter each day. Wonderfully written.
~Blue
2006-11-01



I know this feeling, I experienced it a lot myself during time, since one of my greatest passions is reading. Thank you for expressing it in words!
2006-11-01