September 2017 – Prachya Review

Poem by Suraz Subedi

When I feel alone

I remember back to my childhood days

And those Three Stones1.

Her tongue-moistened lips,

He savours them in sips.

As her eyes meet his,

Their looks caress and kiss.

We are cat (h)air & sky
every colour here
is
lemon & grass & street
on a girl’s thigh

This morning I watched a neighborhood

boy throw his model plane into the air

Certain foods have their reputes. Oysters.

Ginseng. You can guess why the tomato,

fragile as a beating heart, is

the apple of love.

Do not call me now

I do not want to answer

I am pretending

to not be me

while these tears find their

paths slow, zig-zag

The salt water lady from dark cavern comes

Seeking those lost in the sea

Singing and dancing, the tideline she runs

Sometimes you’ll hear the drub of her drums

She would open her eyes, gently

and wish the moon blind,

the wave would not whisper today

must not hum her eulogies,

A life without photographs in times we currently share

is to be moved,

is to stay close to the intelligence of the Wild,

My own brother by birth,
Threw me out of his earth,
And here I stand before you.