Wishing RIP

Born in Lower Bockray, Chirang Bhutan, in 1974, Pokhrel attended his primary education from Damphu Junior High School. He completed his secondary and higher secondary education from Nepal and has Bachelors degree in Humanities’ with sociology honors from West Bengal, India. He is one of the founding executive members and vice-chair of Bhutan Press Union (BPU) and founding member of Bhutaneseliterature.com, one of the much browsed literary sites of Bhutanese across the globe.

Also, currently is the Secretary of Literature Council of Bhutan (LCOB) established in 1993. He served Bhutanese Refugee Children as a volunteer teacher under Caritas-Nepal from 1996-2001 and taught in a few private schools in Nepal prior to his departure to the US.

He has an ardent interest in poetry, short stories, and drama work since his early days. Has contributed more than two dozens of his poetry works and write-ups both in English and Nepali in Kuensel Weekly published from Thimphu Bhutan in the past, an equal number of his literary works are published in other regional magazines and portals, and few of his dramas staged so far.

One of the founders of this portal, Pokharel served as Managing Editor from 2010 to 2014. He also served as Secretary of Literature Council of Bhutan (LCOB) from 2014 to 2019.  Currently, he resides in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and works for BNS as its Chief Editor, President of Bhutanese Community Association of Pittsburgh (BCAP), Service Coordinator at Jewish Family & Children Service, Pittsburgh under Immigrant Services and Connections (ISAC) program.

Poet
Poet

Rup Pokharel
Pittsburg, USA

Doleful, in spring daffodils drooping
Weird, newly woven attires doll and void
Mournful, singled dove grievingly coo
The fondness, perhaps, duly doing.

Cloud envelopes my pupils
A silhouette of an eerie figure appears
Reminiscence of gone days hypnotize me
Lips tremble, goosebumps adorn my torso.

Vicinity- giggles forcing my head stoop
Pages of our yesterdays flip from within
Seeking pause to busy paced work
Feed the complete nights with odd dreams.

The deceiving moment, for sure, we had met
Blamed fate-garlanded with beads of pain
In Cursed hour, I wish- we bonded
In the treasury of misery I’m melting.

Deep inside the woods
Wrapped in the finest rag
Anticipating all our undone hug
I imagine ‘you’ always in sound sleep.

Intense into the zenith of the heart
Resides in bounties the purest love
Amity perspires through eyelids
Moistening the shrinking cheeks.

Each day I pray wishing RIP my rose!!!
I send whisper each second thro’ the air
Craving- in rhythm echo reach there…
I’m longing finest time to sleep beside you.

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