With All My Senses

My eyes are wide open, ears eager to hear in haste,
My nose is ready for the smell and tongue for taste!
A touch on any issue, the mind becomes the gear
And if anything is bad, the heart moves forward to bear!

Senses do loom large and yet we feel sorry,
Perceptions vary: the very cause of our worry!
Opinions and options are no reasons for threat
Unless a vested interest, I have reasons to bet!

Senses do oscillate, vibrations occur to break
The soul and body for both are destined for a wreck;
Correct use of senses has always been with the good reasons
Follow what you are for, the future works on its own provisions!

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Old and Gold

"I was a master of all, nothing stayed low
As I matured to enhance my life's glow;
Now, I have risen and risen and grown old
Final home-going is my way forward, I am told

Wrinkles are witness to my fight for resilence
My performance is low; all around me is just penance;
My ears are deaf, eyes are blue and hazy,
Voice is low, mouth toothless and I feel a lot lazy

I need support as I walk
A helper to explain as I talk
A pillow to keep straight my back
And, truly, home-going is what I lack

I have heard enough of old being gold
But old isn't always gold and gold is never old
Gold can be moulded new but old is never a younger bold
As my home-going is eminent, rest I need not be told!"

But a few words, unconciously said, of wisdom
From deep within an exhaustion
Lies a towering soft power of an advice
Divine to clarify Old is Gold as strong, forever, as an edifice!

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Roadside Romeo

I waited along the route
To catch a glimspe of you
Now all I can sadly say
I’ve wasted another day!
Restless evening passed me by
Darkness covered earth and sky
I wish that I could fight
This fast encroaching night
And bring back some daylight
Just so that I can see you
And make my dreams come true

(Phanindra Khanal)
A short poem published in Kuensel in 1999

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