evening sky

the lone jet shines
higher than the cresent moon.
they must be going far...

---
mG.

bulke
------

my cousin used to say that i am bulke
like when the stove is on high,
the water just itches to boil over.
she saw the restlessness
shimmering on my being.
my american friend joked:
but i see no hot stove on your asz.
she asks- so bulke means fickle?
- not fickle; it means...bulke

---
mG.

After Watching "The Motorcycle Diaries"
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maybe restlessness is the universal disease.
maybe restlessness is the universal medicine.
i need no cure but the open road through,
the mountains snowy,
the fields green,
the women enticing,
the road curving through the valleys, under
the pine trees - a perfect canopy of light and shade of
the late afternoon sun.
drowsy,tired and yet excited;
there is more behind the next turn.
because sometimes the road is the destination.
Che said : we are travelling for the sake of travelling.
maybe restlessness is aimless curse.
maybe restlessness is indeed an eye-opening blessing.

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(10-19-04) mG.

keep goin yo! wtg! :)

the hallowed ground
-------------------------

we lay in the dark
on the soccer ground in sanothimi
and watched the planes
take off and land at TIA.

"what would you want the air-hostess to bring?"
"they have great food on international flights..."

i would say i am not hungry anymore.
i would look out the window
and bid farewell
to this field of our escape dreams.

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mG. (10/22/04)

Mindgames , you are amazing! How about one in nepali, do you mind writing one ?

Started my day , with your peotry,
Don't know what the day beholds
Oh sure, it was a sweet moment
for it gave me calmness in my soul.

Open Road
--------------

I.

Your eyes are restless too.
Road trips? Destination unknown?
I took one last month.
As I drove through the dark night
I could not see beyond my headlights.
But the earth opened up for me.
I could have gone on till I met the sea
And further.
But I stopped in Denver.
That was the plan.

II.

The road snaked away from under me
Under the pine tree canopy.
As my friends slept I saw the last curve
Of the sun dying on the valley.
There are nets holding rocks on those mountains.
Rocky Mountains are, in fact, quite rocky.
Our hearts are restless rocks too
Held back by the mundane conformity nets.
But next time I will once again stretch it to the seams.
And go farther West. Maybe to Boise, Idaho.
Or Santa Fe!
Yeah, maybe to Santa Fe.

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(09/25/04) mG.

ty redstone. ty preeti.

Been reading yor pieces for the past few days!

scintillating and titillating as always :). You bring back vivid memories with simplistic choice of words, yet very passionate. Keep them coming buddy !

Road trips are such a treat. I went on one this summer for the first time in my life and it was just out of this world. There's so much more to life than just studying, partying, and having mushy mushy relationship :). There's so much to discover, see and do....and that keeps me ticking i guess.

btw, i am lil bogged down lately..will be a free bird soon. Is your number the same? shoot me an email or sth...can catch up with old times again!

"what would you want the air-hostess to bring?"
"they have great food on international flights..."

i would say i am not hungry anymore.
i would look out the window
and bid farewell
to this field of our escape dreams.

Great piece, thanks for sharing the feeling.

Fatigue
====

Stretching limbs, blurred visions
sleepwalking through
mindless, lusty gawks
sleep deprivation? or
sex deprivation
drive goes on..

Fall
----

I could use in the open parking lot
but I park under the honey locust tree.
It has been misty the last couple of days.
My windshield is covered by the red and the orange leaves.
My best friend's name is Hemant.
Roger, my mentor, wanted a Nepali name.
I called him Hemant.
"And Hemant means?" he inquired.
- Autumn.
"That's British English!" he chuckled.
Yes. But leaves fall the same everywhere.

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mG. (10-23-2004)

ty oys, ty sense. share more Neptune1.

shiven
--------

Shiven did not think about me
that much when I left.
He told me that he did not
even think about me at all.
He did not drop a tear.
Then he saw the cricket bat
lying on the corner.
Our bat, that we had cured;
we knew its sweet spots.
I have never hit a six but many fours.
Shiven was a finesse batsman.
We knew that bat.
We may never play
together again.

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mG.(10-22-04)

fall and the hallowed ground are beautiful. thank you.

it's amazing the sense of nostalgia they both bring up- and nostalgia for 2 different worlds.

Impending Depression
---------------------------

I wish I won the Powerball
before the first snowstorm
so I could move to Australia
for this winter.

deja vu again...
all i can see of last
november decemeber january february
is the dreary greyness
slush squishing under my canvas shoes
i tired of scraping
the snow piled high on the windshield
my hands numb, my lips windburned
my sleepless eyes watery in the morning chill...
And when I turned the ignition,
the car did not start.

Life stopped in a soul-shivering inertia.

This year Maxi is with me.
I will curl under my blanket;
her soft muzzle breathing warmth on my cheeks.

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mG.(10-25-04)

- Autumn.
"That's British English!" he chuckled.
Yes. But leaves fall the same everywhere.

yes they do..u got me one another time, keep them coming I truely admire ur work, the way how u analyse simple stuff with different view...wish I could express myself like that. good luck

ECSTASY OF WINTER

Winter fall all through the night
I find my warmth by the fireside
No matter what the heat gives
The hearth is still cold

I find death in your eyes
Damp with rain or tears
They need the warmth of fire
A lick or kiss, a gun or a pyre

I could rest by the fireside
And forget about the truth
Fire is filled with memories
And the winter still haunts me

Still the winter falls over me
Fire licks the wood away
Who could hear their cries
The winter is more forgiving

copyright bhatte
The fire glows bravely
Safe in security
Winter falls more freely
Freedom is what we need

everyone smelled of dead depression
this evening
barbecue of our dreams
souls scorched by fire
i know
u know


dedicated to one i love

ty sense...let me know what you thought of "Impending Depression."

and, bhattu, you spiderman! and tell you what i left the winter chill of MN behind and moved on... :)
mG

Big Picture

In the all-encompassing design of humanity's fabric:
my secrets are not that mysterious,
my passions are not that passionate,
my crimes are not that vile,
my worth is neither that precious nor worthless,
my blessings are not that grand,
my dreams are not that fantastical,
my poems are not that poetic...

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mG.(10-26-04)