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Featuring Five Poems By Bipin Tiwari "TATTOO OF DEMAJONG - DÉJÀ Vu" Trinity atmosphere
vibes that flow
through my heart
is a taste of Demajong

I am an origin
of Demajong.

First flush is that
I am
obliged to this file
a pile of soil
water, air, sky and fire

Second lush is that
my firmament of
relation with relatives
in this lusty valley.

I chant with
the attachment of heart

The land and valley
of my life
I am attached to it
with topmost priority

Demajong in
my heart.

Demajong in
my soul.

Note: Demajong is a Bhutia word which means a valley of rice. © Bipin Tiwari बिपिन तिवारी "TANTRUM OF MY LIFE"
I am silent

My life
is a goosebump

I can hear
the scream outside

I can see
the scenario outside

I am dancing
a foam phantom
of an electric bulb
pilik jhipik
pilik jhipik
Is anyone there? yes, I am here then the countdown begins with me I am alert I am alert to face the chiasmic logos of my serving day parting day. I am silent.

© Bipin Tiwari बिपिन तिवारी "A Transcreate Gazal"
English Translator: Bipin Tiwari

You told me that
I am a flower
I am alive
as a boulder

After the end
I was alive
as an origin

You surpass me
that's why you betray me

On the banks of heart
I am alive as a stone

I was parking
outside the time
that's why
I am alive till date.

© Bipin Tiwari Chief Gazalkar :- गणेश भट्ट (अणु) Nepal
Translation Mode: नेपाली via English Translator:- बिपिन तिवारी (Bipin Tiwari) "SIKKIMESE WRINKLES" Selfie clickers
are welcome to
my wrinkles

I am
the face of Sikkimese.

You can find lepchas Bhutias and Nepalese in me.

My soul stands firm
as the Mount Kanchenjunga stands
below the horizon.

My heart blooms Rhodie and Orchid
in the art of
greenish springing vegetation.

When the capital wakes up
with the crowd of employees,
herds of tourists,
the statue of Gandhi
is there to bear
the heat of gossiping
amongst the benchers
of visitors
at the Mg Marg.

Temi tea is the tea
that you drink
the taste of sweat
that flows through
my wrinkling face.

Juicy oranges
of village loom
are the tears that give me
a maturity tag of wrinkles

Pandemonium smell of cardamom
turmeric, are also
the faded color
and tastes of wrinkles
so kindly
have it
fill it and
till it.

Organic is my sikkim
my wrinkles is organic too
that's why
I behave
I bear
Sikkimese wrinkles.

So please
you label the portrait
of my wrinkles
as Sikkimese wrinkles.

© Bipin Tiwari बिपिन तिवारी "SATIRIC LIQUOR OF BLOWING WIND" Seeking a mode of
seemingly thoughts,
from my side
sharing and bonding
of chemical mechanisms
amongst us.

Whether you deploy
an agreement
you deny
my ideas.

Whether I cry
you smile
It's just
a part and parcel
of eating and chewing
the liquor
of blowing wind. © Bipin Tiwari बिपिन तिवारी

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