A Novice Swimmer

Sitting on my office chair,
I am swimming
against the currents of my
own temperament.
My cool mood,
my soft words,
my forgetfulness,
my dreamy eyes,
all stare at me
appalled.
I can never be
what I should.
I am novice
about barking order,
supervising the cluster
of people working
near me,
throwing cold
lifeless glances,
and poking my nose
into their work.

I am breathing
an air that chokes
my throat.
I am speaking
the words I
do not recognize.
My movement is
not my movement.
I trick me every
now and then.
I am to get
in a cloak of vanity.
A grilling, crushing
formality weighs
me down from
my head.
I dream of life of
a gentle cool
breeze to touch
me.


copyright Mukul Dahal 2006



Poetry by Mukul Dahal
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Written on 2006-10-31 at 16:41

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