The Low Murmurs of an Empty Moor
by
Vaghawan Ojha
Vaghawan lives in Kathmandu, Nepal and in his own way leads a serene life. He loves both arts and science almost equally. Some of his works have made their way through literary journals, lately, they appeared in Livina Press, Cable Street, Where in the World, Bus Talk, Redamancy, Porch Lit, Call me [Bracket] and elsewhere. He holds a Phd from Mississippi State University.
from The Low Murmurs of an Empty Moor
Fissure
Between desire and denial,
a small fissure hisses at you,
a valley:
you meander towards it, a wayfarer
a fresh hope and temptation
Then you fall,
like the downward
drop of a heavy ball,
sometimes rolling on gentle grasses,
sometimes thudding on the rock;
by the time you reach the bottom
you hardly have a face.
From the same fissure,
a loud voice crackles,
What did you achieve?
A long silence and
ever stretching emptiness is
what follows.
You and I live perpetually
as concubines of desire
if not of denial.
