Bimal Vaidhya
Leaving your brush in the pool of colors,
you, the artist
turned elsewhere.
A form was taking shape
on the canvas
apparently like a horse
that runs afar swiftly
seemingly like a pigeon
with wings on two sides
capable of compassing distant lands
ostensibly like a ravenous lion
able to oppress the village and town
your feelings swerved
your currents got pensive
leaving your brush in the sludge of colors
you, the artist
turned to a different world.
The collage of the canvas seemed
that a pacific pool was emerging
a white, firm mountain was standing
like the cap on my head
like vermillion on a woman’s head
the mountain of my heart
was erecting on the canvas
an abstract picture,
that I understand in relation with me.
You the artist, got carried away by feelings
your gravity shook;
leaving the brush in the sea of colors
you turned elsewhere.
An artist devoid of art
caught hold of the same brush, once again
and started daubing colors
willfully anywhere
and everywhere
your feelings got smeared
and my mind
swayed
your abstract picture
turned like a bare wall
whereupon
an artisan daubed lime and color.
Bimal Vaidhya (b. 1966) is a reputed Nepali poet from Ilam. His the author of collections of verses like Ilaamka Muktakharu (Joint collection of muktaks, 1988), Aakash Chhuna Khojne Mannharu (Collection of poetry), Bidaaika ti Ksyanharu (Collection of poetry), Samaya ra Sapana and Akshar Symphony.
Bimal Vaidhya
Leaving your brush in the pool of colors,
you, the artist
turned elsewhere.
A form was taking shape
on the canvas
apparently like a horse
that runs afar swiftly
seemingly like a pigeon
with wings on two sides
capable of compassing distant lands
ostensibly like a ravenous lion
able to oppress the village and town
your feelings swerved
your currents got pensive
leaving your brush in the sludge of colors
you, the artist
turned to a different world.
The collage of the canvas seemed
that a pacific pool was emerging
a white, firm mountain was standing
like the cap on my head
like vermillion on a woman’s head
the mountain of my heart
was erecting on the canvas
an abstract picture,
that I understand in relation with me.
You the artist, got carried away by feelings
your gravity shook;
leaving the brush in the sea of colors
you turned elsewhere.
An artist devoid of art
caught hold of the same brush, once again
and started daubing colors
willfully anywhere
and everywhere
your feelings got smeared
and my mind
swayed
your abstract picture
turned like a bare wall
whereupon
an artisan daubed lime and color.
Bimal Vaidhya (b. 1966) is a reputed Nepali poet from Ilam. His the author of collections of verses like Ilaamka Muktakharu (Joint collection of muktaks, 1988), Aakash Chhuna Khojne Mannharu (Collection of poetry), Bidaaika ti Ksyanharu (Collection of poetry), Samaya ra Sapana and Akshar Symphony.