Sometimes the streets talk to me,
Its words of dust reminds me of Socrates,
The wind and the dust come to the aid of dreams,
Unraveling each moment of victory and vice,
But it won't be a truth that ceases to live,
Among shadowy bamboo trees and willows,
And the overcast dome now single no more,
Metal wings of life enthrall the air,
And leaves me to the streets alone,
Where its words reminds me of Socrates
Author notes
I had a feeling which came to be me bit by bit, everyday while walking home late at night. It should be known that it isn't safe to walk at night in Kathmandu. There would be no one except for me and the streets and I would feel as if the only friend at the moment was the street, nay, it had been my friend all the time and suddenly I remembered Socrates and the fact that we are just like dust in the wind (Kathmandu is a dusty place) and how even an intellectual being like him was condemned by society. And while I would dream about making it big someday, I would be awakened by the dust and the breeze and I would know where I really stand and this moment of would remain forever, my losses my victories, my flaws...(bamboos signify ambitions which are always tall and willows are found in the cold. so it signifies how far those ambitions are)...and in the sky I saw an airplane...which reminded me about wings made out of metal and how fake ambitions can be and how in life we can be anywhere at any given moment. Like dust in the wind, ambitions may not be achieved. Life can take you anywhere...
(Welcome to the life of one common man in Nepal)
Written January 10th, 2006
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Clever border selection, I believe what came to me first...although I have seen this border before, was the thought of a cobblestone or brick walkway, added quite will to your penning. You seem to have a talent of breathing life into each line of your work, few poets pull this off well, excellent work
~tia
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simply lovely! if only more people could stop and try and listen to the words being spoken to them, not at them. In places where we are left alone, in silence, is when the world...the earth tries to speak to us...tell us things that we already know (or should) and should pay attention to. I loved this!!!!!
I even love more that this is what happened. Life is filled w/so many secret passages, that in times/moments such as these, we must keep our ears and hearts open to receive them.
Rianna -
oh my dear god!!!!! i haven't even read your piece yet...only your notes (which i always feel is important to read beforehand) and i was simply blown away by your "common" thoughts...your words. You speak so beautifully, it captivates my mind and itrigues my soul.
Anyway...on to read the poem now
Rianna
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amazing my friend...the poem is great and extremely smooth...i truely loved the ride and this truthful diary-like talk about your home country...
absolutely mezmerising...
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aharp twist of words that is tightly packed and this poem gives me the sense of loss , of the simple pleasure burried now in the antiquity of the past. As we forge our way into the future those simple more cicilized times are seeming to fade.
I like the way this poem makes me think.
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Nice write
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Wow...what a lovely write!! Your words just make the images come alive! What a great trail of thought you had going there. Its strange how we get mystified by things like these! You did it well!
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Makes me want to visit Nepal!
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This is a very beautiful and expressive write; very well penned. But I've got to admit, your authors notes are even more beautiful than the poem itself. I LOVE THE STORY! It is incredible
Very well told and profound. It provokes such a vivid image; captures the feeling. You are quite the story writer 
A most lovely piece; well done indeed. Many blessings and tons of
s
~ Becky ~ aka Veronica Cross
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Good stuff... I liked it !!
Keep the pace dude..
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A very poignant, thought provoking and reflective piece! Life can take unexpected turns and either changes our direction onto a whole new path...or a temporary detour. Loved this!
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Hi, I loved the feel of this poem, rather like I feel for Egypt but not in the streets but in the sands,wisom seems to whisper in them near the temples and monuments, a very lovely write, all the best, hugs Di
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Nepal has an incredible fighting force, its miles away in the mountains , and has a great poet in you , these things are all i know of your country.
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Amazing!
Ohh very well wriiten. Incredible imagery formed with delicate phrasing. I loved loved loved your notes about this poem! -
thanks for the compliment..it was very encouraging..
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Beautiful
Wow... I think you did a beautiful job on this. The depth in your words convey how much this poem means to you. The whole thing is very vivid and strong. Your lines are very poerful... all of them. I do not know much about Nepal or it's history, so therefore this did not mean much to me. It just felt really good to read this... excellent write.
Julia -
This is absolutely beatiful--very well penned. thanks for sharing this wonderful work.
shaz xx
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What you have written is really very profound. I admit in places I was lost in the metaphors, but that says more about me,,so don't have second thoughts. Your comments describe this really well, and have put a clear picture in my mind. Once I had a better understanding and re-read your poem, I felt really dumb for not picking up on it in the first place. We are humble beings, that refuse to be humbled, yet one day, we will be left with no choice!
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...beautiful...i know it does nothing for you, but thats all i can say
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I dont know much about Nepal, but this girl I just met is from there. This was a very good, soft poem. It has a meaning and a calming effect on the reader. Keep on writing.
Blessed be,
LeFay -
To me dust travels from all over to anywhere and the grains of sand can have you imagining all kinds of countries, people, places, just by thinking of them. We all return to dust and some ashes are now in all kinds of unusual places. Interesting poem -
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I really have no idea what this poem is about, so it really didn't do much for me. Sorry.
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It reminds me of a Langston Hughes poem (did i spell that right) where the poet talks about a city in stone that sings. It's just a different way of looking at things, and I think it's trying to incorporate the vices or in other words the bad (along with the good) of society or the streets, the place, whatever. I think that like many philosophers Socrates pondered about their societies and in this poem it's like the writer is doing the same while paying a tribute to another great thinker. For example I think the metal wings might have to do with the modern city, scryscrapers and such, or maybe airplanes I'm not sure, but in any case that's how I took it. One thing that doesn't fit with me is the bamboo trees, so I think I'm not quite getting the meaning of the poem.
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what ?
beauty is is in the eye of the beholder...but my family has no idea what you are trying to say.
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