Preparing for the Exhibition

Feel the sad feeling eating you up
When you open up that drive and force-walk
through the recollection of memories.
Amazing how vivid they reform and
Amazing how parts of your body remember the according happiness so precise.

Gatlang and the Tamangs 

A piece of corniche land located halfway up a small hill,
embowered by bigger brother hills that stand in such
grandeur and wardship that even the sun cannot peep in
until afternoon, and even then can only traipsingly caress
nooks and corners of the holy land for two hours at most and
fade away behind the brothers.
But the majestic epiphany of the sun—light, warmth, stamina,
signs each houses to squirt out cherubs, clothed glowing and vivid in winter,
that join into a drumming waterfall of footsteps.

Himals 

where born-city-dwellers like yourself
are drenched in the surrounding ether of beauty,
fiddling with your little cameras
to pinch a fraction of it back home.

where
if you are small,
you are significant.

where 
if you are a mere speck,
but a learning, and bettering,
self-sufficient little speck,
you are significant.