Some poems whisper in a corner of my heart
As birds gather the twigs and grasses for spring.
My heart is full of promises of the love that is going to sprout on my lips as a song
In my ears as silence
In my eyes as different shades of green spring leaves.
In every cell of my body as a dance of invisible vibration that is everything.
And I know there is me.
There I am.
In the first flight of a young bird.
I am in the fear that keeps it in the branch for another day and I am also there in that dare that shoves it into the limitless also endless.
I am there already.
In the invisible and untouchable future that you all rely on.
I am there also in the past,
The fire to which you at times just are the smoke
The smoke that rises up just to blur the vision after the fire is long gone.
I am there in every one of you
So the words you speak out are not a lie to me But the truth that we live together
When you utter them.
Their echoes we itch them together into the existence immeasurable.
Yet the words that you don’t speak out are not hidden from me they too find me and surprise me in my ignorance like.. They do you.
And so when your deeds are deemed criminal
Remember I too redden my hands with you.
I too imprison myself in your prisons.
The only difference is….
While you are busy trying to skip it, I yearn to stay.
So I am here where you are…
Here inside you in your heart a moment and in your head the next.
Invisible to your senses all is visible to me…
As clear as the day, I find your darkest corners.
You may be as awake as you are asleep.
As asleep as you are awake..
As good as the best of you
As bad as the worst
As alive as the life itself
Or As dead as the end
Just know that I am here….
A sweet whisper in all these noise
I am here.
And you should know that it is enough….
I am enough.
- Prateek Kokh Shrestha