The lips blossoms like a flower,
Drawn from the pistils- seven generations long,
Rages the smile,
Grazed by the fingernails polished white,
Hiding the horizons of her etherealness.
And on the right side of hell,
The soul commands, “You Shall Not Again!!”
Until the devil’s heart brusts with angel’s words-
“HANG THE HEAVENS!!!!!!!!
The grave’s been unfolded.
The ephimeral bliss of holy ghost,
Haunts the painter back to his canvas.
For the sun at twilight
Has dispersed it’s red flame.”
Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Talkative, Crazy, Funny, and Fun loving guy, his passion lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His pen accelerates at paramount when there is sharp downpour in the sky with roaring thunderbolts and lightnings. He spends his free time teaching and popularizing science and is sometimes trolled by his two naughty cats. His writings have appeared in Blue Marble Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, The Recusant, Eskimo Pie, and DWIT News. His Nepali poems has appeared in numerous online news portals.
(Source : Poet submitted via ‘Kritisangraha@gmail.com‘. )