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Arise, O the love of my love,
resolve to make love
by Bhuwan Thapaliya

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Bhuwan Thapaliya, 28, is a poet who hails from Nepal. Writing is not a hobby for him. It’s the way of his life. It is not the transient desire of his mind, but the eternal desire of his heart. He has cherished only one desire and goal that by the messages of his poems he may become instrumental in mitigating the woes and miseries of mankind.

 

Bhuwan is one of the most widely read Nepali poet writing in English in the West. His writing is imbued with the art and culture of Nepal that he grew up with. Bhuwan has written more than 1500 poems but his writing is not only about statistics: it is about spreading the message of global peace and making Nepal known to the outside world. He is Nepal’s unofficial ambassador. 

 

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The light is drunk with the darkness of the life,

and as the dead leaf blown, hither and 'thither

by the wind, it is lurching on the eonaeon of time,

where death stalks freely as the visage of the strife.

O my love! It’s time for us to ease, the secret of our

heart, and waft them to the haven of our trust.

Let us feel the embrace of freedom in our arms,

and bury the tears in the chasm of our smiles.

Arise, O the love of my life, resolve to burn the

candle of our love, and be one, with the Sun and

Moon in our eyes, under its shade, on the balmy

couchette, in the train of our life. If however, we

abstain from our union then we would incur sin.

Alas! We ought to grieve. Besides, they will joke

of our barrenness. And for us, held in a plethora,

barrenness is worse than the death. We will fall

into disgrace. Arise, O the love of my life,

resolve to make  love. Overcome your shyness,

close your eyes, and then you will see, what has

never been seen before. I bet, my love, seeing,

which has not been seen before, by anyone else

than us, we will be elated with pride, and feeling,

which has not been felt before, through our grace,

we will be blessed. We will be blessed.

How then could there be one holier than us?

Not even the sacred, “Bagmati”, that flows in our heart.

 

 

 

 

Bagmati: River Bagmati flowing through the heart of Kathmandu valley. It is

worshipped by millions of Hindus in Nepal and India. In Hindu cosmos

water is a life giving substance, and many devotees conduct daily

rituals and takes bath in the river to purify the mind.