Srijana KC Rayamajhi
Here is my submission "summer reminiscence".
-The poem is unpublished.
Best wishes for the project :)
Summer reminiscence
the cool summer breeze in my hometown
brings a rhythm, makes chimes spin briefly.
so did the blades of ceiling fan- faster yet futile attempt
to direct the hot stale air towards the vent.
neither asleep nor awake, sluggish late morning
me and my roomie entered busy classroom blushing.
our secret mission to empty water tank
over the heated roof had faced warden’s growl.
sticky skin despite infinite showers and wet towels.
My University days- fun and foul.
Yawning at lectures, staring at the ticking clock
we heard nothing, whatever they taught.
Library was heaven, some never missed
diligent? they were not, just a cooler tryst.
Evenings were delightful to watch- hand in hand
twosomes strolled with halo of myriad insects over heads
artfully dodging orthodox professors’ raids.
My university days- sweet and sour taste.
Weekends were slow to arrive- crowded nauseating rides
shopping, ice creams, sugarcane juice licked by flies
ancient humid theatre casting movies at handsome price.
hat, umbrella, shades on, sweating, whining like melted Icarus
we waved down a rickshaw and got in, still making a fuss.
Then for the first time I paused to hear him whistle a song,
the lean perspiring guy pedalling hard, pulled us along.
I was almost sure I saw him (or they all looked the same)
pedal in the harsh winter, yes he pedalled when it rained,
he pedalled when leaves fell or spring draped, he pedalled
or just spun the wheels? I am sure he almost never stopped...
My University days- lively and learning life.
the cool summer breeze in my hometown
brings those rhythms again, makes me spin briefly.
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Srijana KC Rayamajhi, Nepal
I was born in 1990, in Kathmandu. I have two siblings. My father being in Nepal army, I went to the army school. I am a doctor by profession. I write both to express myself and for my love for Art and Creativity. Besides I like painting, reading books, visiting places, trekking at times. Yet, sleeping is what I'd like the most, if only I could.. I try to listen to Buddha's words and therefore pursue peace since childhood. My name Srijana, in Nepali, means ‘Creation’. My poems are 'born of heart', Manasija. My poems are 'born of mind', Manoj.