If I spoke Spanish, I’d write the saddest lines tonight

If I spoke Spanish, I’d write the saddest lines tonight
Curse at the metaphysical bodies, and bloody stars
That look at me and throw a party for the universe

If I spoke Spanish, I’d write the saddest lines tonight
For tears in the heart have dried up
Like the power-cuts in Kathmandu

If I spoke Spanish, I’d write the saddest lines tonight
Have you seen the moon laugh at your heartbreak?
I wonder how long can the heart endure

If I spoke Spanish, I’d write the saddest lines tonight
And let the heart do tango
Entangled with cold, dark butterflies

If I spoke Spanish, I’d write the saddest lines tonight
Strum my pain with invisible fingers
For the soul speaks a foreign language that no can understand

If I spoke Spanish, I’d write the saddest lines tonight
And drown in the saddest songs of Mariachi
I broke the ukulele’s wretched strings

If I spoke Spanish, I’d write the saddest lines tonight
For the tongue no longer can speak language of love
I guess I dumped my heart deep into Phewa Lake.

Ode to Chitlang

Walking through the stony, curvy roads from Godam

To the plains of Chitlang

The ghost of Devkota haunted me from Thankot

And welcomed on the stony path of the ancient town of Makwanpur,

The opacus clouds chased me like a wild hound

Smelling fresh, dirty meat imported straight from Kalanki

Woof! Woof! The adulterated heart screamed

And the legs fretted

And the hands fretted

And the wild’s asses farted,

 

The smell overcoming the stale odour of the capital city

When I returned home

I saw bodies falling to the earth like flies like mosquitoes like everything

That falls down bang! Bang!

 

People change

Time changes

The person who loved you

Won’t be the same

What remains is you—Mesmerism—everything else decays,

Walking back

With the help of the namby-pamby legs

And a dangling bus

 

A drunk vehicle strolling left to right

Stultify people

The last base appeared

With her mixed words

 

If tomorrow she leaves

That place will remain but changed

I too might disappear

 

So what matters at the end?

Memories, no one cares about it.