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Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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Interim Nostalgia

 


 

Every morning I become
A prisoner of my own dreams,
With no reason at all.
It is repelling 
To me to be known 
As a criminal in the eyes.


Now
I'm escaping 
At a frenzied speed,
Evading the eyes on guard,
To a remote territory
Of my own heart
Where 
The graveyard of 
Memories
Will not be identified.


It feels like
There's spreading now
Multiple forms of
Odor of pain 
From the detained 
Lips of rose. 
Maybe, in the same way, 
man's conscience, just like 
Virupakshya,* 
is half entrapped
In the black holes of their heart.


An interim nostalgia! 
Life is indeed

So very much worth living.


                        -Momila Joshi

                         Translator Haris Adhikari





**Virupakshyaa half buried idol of Virupakshya, situated by the side of the Pashupatinath temple in Kathmandu. Virupakshya is considered one of the incarnations of Lord Shiva. There are several myths associated with this idol. One among them cautions that there will be an apocalypse when this idol pushes its way free and rises above ground, and that will happen only when the kali yog (epoch) comes to its end.