Whispers of Lost Hues

Whispers of Lost Hues

written by: Geeta Tripathee

@poetgeeta

translated by: Suman Pokhrel

@sumanpokhrel

 

The breath of this autumn, is
just as ever, oh mother!
but, in your absence
nothing exists in this air!

For the first time,
I feel completely unfamiliar with myself
engrossed in searching for dreams
lost from my own eyes, I keep
running towards the smoky village of
the banks of the river Bagmati.

Despite your absence,
the wind still blows
water flows freely
and the sky searches for untold dreams.

Even in your absence,
these restless heartbeats remain unchanged,
but within the vast emptiness inside me
the life that thrived in your presence
exists no more.

This first autumn, after your departure
stands outside the door,
hesitating to ask for permission to enter
unable to lift its head to see my gloomy face.
and I am enclosed within
the door-less eternal memory of yours.

Autumn!
please, stay afar
I have no colors to offer you this season!