Three poems by Bam Dev Sharma

14 May 2019
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Bam Dev Sharma born in 1967, He is a university teacher and poet. He has been teaching poetry and literature over the last twenty years at Tribhuvan University. His poetry collections have come from US, Japan, Australia, Korea, and India. His poetry collections entitled "The Bunyan and the Alder" "The Duet of River", and "The Adrift" have been published so far. Besides, his children collection entitled" The Shepherd in the Sky" has been published in the US with good acclaim.

 

Story Tellers

 

Story tellers love to tell

Stories

Splashing ink on the numb sheet

Dribbling words

Like simmering clouds

Visible or invisible.

 

They hope for quests and wishes

To turn sand dunes to temples

And break the walls of castles

Within the blink of an eyes.

 

Words twist and twirl

And begin to crawl on the

White sheets

Splitting woes

Scratching pensive human psyche.

 

Story tellers pretend

To be multi- headed hydra

To hiss for defense

Neither are they laundry men

To clean smeared dirty linen .

 

Their words sometimes

Soaked with moist wind

Dream of the moon

To be camouflaged in clouds

In yellow golden bowls.

 

Story tellers don’t often

Wave waxing metaphor

Or chilling ironies

But expand thread

Where Cinderella can escape from

Trap and watch

Wily flowers blooming in the sky.

 

Story tellers drag

Ligament of the sky

To weave dreams

For the pensive orchard!

 

 

SLUMBER

 

 

The delusive spring

saunters

over coy land

like a modest flower girl

pacing

through the garden

and fecund serene sky

waits for horizon

to fondle in caress.

 

Erstwhile clouds

try to clasp the moon

in mercurial embroidery

as if she were beloved

for merry casement!

 

Rueful dreams trickle

like tales of summer

and spill over

numb grass

in gleaming rays

as wanton as buffeting breeze

pervasive in the heart

to awaken us

from the slumber!

 

 

Hovering Feathers

 

Slowly in the dawn

Some feathers fly away

To an alien land or

In the whirlpool of space.

 

Hovering up and down

As bright as a little bird

They turn white or yellow

And waltz over the grassy clearing

Rebuffing with the wind.

 

Perhaps in the next dawn

Trifling sparrows would nibble

Or briskly robins would peck

Nobody knows for sure

What is meted fate to them.

 

What more foxhounds or cats

May tear them to pieces

Or splashing winds will not spare.

 

In the carefree glide in the sky

I sense these libertine feathers

Hover around and soar

Beyond sight and mind.

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