April 04, 2019

Liminal Life


Life is
liminal
liminal
liminal

so a crow caws
from a branch in the

swishing dark

outside the window-
pane

drops of tiny
travelers

hang for a breath

on the bare
teary trees

against which
I stand
as a blurry image of myself.

भर नहुने सहर

                              — हरीश अधिकारी   कुँडुलिएर आफैँलाई खाइरहेको सर्पजस्तो बनेको छु म सहर ।   हिजो तमासले उचालिएर...