On a moonless,
overcast night,
she turned them off
- all the lights of her room,
and stood leaning
against her window gazing out.
Patches of luminescent rays
were visible,
and a star worm crawled
among the fallen leaves.
Perplexed, she turned the lights on
but immediately switched them off again,
and watched the winds
rip across the arid cleavages of Kathmandu.
She saw
the meager dark hills erode
rising, cresting and falling like waves
on an open ocean of the light.
Ah!
What we call darkness,
isn't it the same thing as light
in a different set of wave lengths? she murmured and sighed.
Bhuwan Thapaliya was born in Kathmandu, Nepal. His poetry books include, most recently, Our Nepal, Our Pride,
The New Pleiades Anthology of Poetry and Tonight: An Anthology of World Love Poetry. His poetry has been
published in leading literary journals such as Kritya,Vallance Review, Nuveine Magazine, Poetry life and times,
Longfellow Literary Project, Poets Against the War, Voices in wartime, and Taj Mahal Review. His poems were
featured by the FM in Britain. His second poetry collection, Safa Tempo and other Poems will hit the market in
Jan 2010.
| A friend of mine once told me that the darkness has it own set of lights and his words inspired me to compose this poem. I also personally think that darkness is same thing as light in a different set of wave lengths. |
