Midnight Shower

Dr. Khem K Aryal

Poet Dr. Khem K Aryal

When the window pane

of my sleepy room

opens to the midnight shower,

my ears wake

to a music I can hear

only at enthralled moments

with glasses and Gopi -

A slim candle on a tea table,

two thin glasses,

- Dilute, dilute, and dilute more,

  A few more years we have to live!

Dark Kathmandu, survived by poor filaments

- One thousand rupees a month, man!

  How can you live an honest life?

  Let the fucking imposters live with light!

Talk to kill suicide,

- No more suicide talks, no more!

  Look at the candle and learn to live.

- I don't aspire to be a king 

  Let them kill their kin.

- And allow me to fill in your glass!

- Can you sing a song?

- I used to sing.

- I can see at

- In my eyes you mean?

- Listen to the rain.

- The best music you can ever listen to.
- ...
- ...
- !
- ?!

- Tears

- In

- Your

- Eyes?

- ...

- ...

A man cannot weep.

If you weep,

you are not a man;

a man cannot weep.

The midnight shower

engulfs your tears

and sheds them for you.

(Courtesy: Epic Teashop)