Anuja Ghimire | Tabula rasa and more

Tabula Rasa

Let’s use a wet rag

To wipe our minds clean

That smudge of green worry

The stain of red grudge

And that chunk of blue angst

Doesn’t the sky start fresh every night

As the stars scatter across

And the moon changes her mood?

Isn’t the river reborn every moment

As the currents constantly leave

And the ripples pretend to stay?

Forget that you know me at all

Let’s meet again for the very first time

Your hands are still warm

Like a new dream



Two Rivers

I am two rivers

A stream that climbs up the mountain

A force that cuts and splits the rock

The ocean is not my home

The lunar tides aren’t mine

No lake stays awake and waits

What is the way of the rain?

Shall we meet again?



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