Dipendra Singh Thapa
Like a poet
I see voices
And listen to silhouettes.
Yes, I also have dreams.
Tender, like flowers
Nimble and agile, like the wind
Uninterrupted and incessant like the flow of a river
In perfect notes, like the melody in music
I often find myself in distant resorts
Getting hold of lucid images of time
And blooming over the multiple colors on the horizons.
For a forage from myself to my own existence
Every hour
I am in search of a trail of my own
And wake in the light of thoughts
Get thrilled in the tune of sensibilities
Yes, I also have dreams.
Forceful like cascades
Agile like a river
Seamless like the sky
Gentle and cool like the moon-rays
Fecund like grains of pollen
I find myself drifting far and wide
Thinking of the limitlessness of possibilities
Seeking dimensions of life all the time
Always, all the time
I find myself looking for a structure of my own feelings
I get illuminated in the lamp of intellect
And follow the footsteps of dawn.
Yes, I also have dreams.
White like the mountains
Hearty, like spring
Graceful like the moon
Compassionate like the earth
I seek for incandescent motifs
Tireless; ceaseless
I seek for myself in my own vision
I see voices
Listen to silhouettes
Yes, I also have dreams.
Lucid like a bird’s song
Empirical, like the language of colors
Artistic like the smiles of a kid
Love-laden, like the creation of nature
I am touching, in ways up and down
As I move reading on planes of experience
And stopping at sloping bends
Crooning, yet, on the way to my destination
Without a stop; incessant
I am moving forth
Towards the realization of my own mind
Adding to it the practices of my organs.
I see voices
Listen to silhouettes
Yes, I also dream like others.
[Trans: Mahesh Paudyal]
[Deependra Singh Thapa is a poet from Dhading, based now in Kathmandu. His published works include Jirna Parkhal and Sahayatri Shabdaharu, both collections of poems. He also write travel essays from time to time.]