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सूर्यास्तका बेला धरहरा
May 16 2013

राजिनामा= i resign

सूर्यास्तका बेला धरहरा

बाटो हिँड्दा लडिएला, उठ्नुपर्छ पनि
बिराउँदा सही बाटो खोज्नुपर्छ फेरि
तारा गन्दा शान्ति मिल्ला, पेट भरिँदैन
शब्दकेस्रा मिठा हुँदै क्लेश मेटिँदैन ।

म जान्दिन
पतिंगरलाई सुन भन्न,

म सक्दिन
पेन्डुलम्को नीरस ट्वाक्ट्वाक्लाई  संगीत मान्न
झन्
सक्दैसक्दिन
हत्केलाले सगर थेग्न, अँजुलीमा सागर  थाप्न ।

त्यसैले
भो अब
म लेख्दिन
कुनै गीत,
म सुन्दिन
भ्रमको संगीत ।
——————————————

i resign 

you may stumble
and
fall down while walking
if so,
you have to get up also

Makhan Galli, Kathmandu

Makhan Galli, Kathmandu

you may go astray at times
but
you get back to track
then after

counting stars may give you a peace of mind
but
it doesn’t  fill your stomach

even if the words are sweet,
anguish is not wiped off

i can’t call
fallen, discolouring leaves
gold
i can’t
take pendulum’s monotonous ticktock for music
i noway can
hold the sky with my hands
or
contain the sea in my palms

that is why
now
i don’t write any composition
i don’t heed to the music of illusion

i resign
yes,
i resign from poetry and all nonsense

Apr 20 2013

flowery dreams awake

if it’s forbidden,
tell me
i’ll stop sleeping
but
i won’t stop dreaming

i can dream awake

my dreams are flowery–
always

i hold my dreams firmly,
gently
and
forever
without worrying
whether
they would (not) fruit

dreams are mine
and
see, they shine

sunny flower
firmly, gently and forever
i hold you
oh my dream

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Apr 12 2013

anticlimax

‪

    i didn’t want to start it,
    it kicked off on its own
    i tried to end it, 
    it took a dramatic turn

    while swinging to and fro
    and 
    traversing a curve of pain and joy 
    for an age 
    there i get to feel a fleeting numbness
    (every now and then)

    as
    similar episodes repeat
    the worst feelings of paranoia hit
    forcing me to believe that 
    the story would end with an anticlimax
    the way i would never cherish

a mural at gairidhara, kathmandu

a mural at gairidhara, kathmandu

    the fate is set
    and
    i would let it happen
    (as if i have control over the events)

    because 
    i realise – the sooner the better

    now
    i’m desperately waiting for 
    the anticlimax (happening)
    and
    ultimately
    the end of the story
    that would never be written

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Apr 5 2013

there i can forget you

trapped and chained
in the mundane rituals
of what they call responsibility
i find myself lying
against this cushion
alone

still uncertain
whether
to come out of the comfort zone
and attempt to break free
to follow
the light of liberation
that
i wish
led  me to the vacuum
— devoid of soil and soulchain-cushion
because
that’s the only resort
where
i can forget
the pleasure and the pain
that
i’ve gained
and,
you, above all

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Mar 24 2013

Never ending tunnel

I won’t give a hoot
If you call me a pessimist, again
But
I
Now
Don’t expect to see any light
At the end of the tunnel
That has no end
And
That’s you
(As you claim to be)
–¤—¤—¤–
I even don’t care
Whether
This mantra of “carpe diem”
That I’ve feigned to take up
Poses me as an optimist
That
I
Never had been
(According to you)

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May 2 2012

कामना आफ्नै लागि

उडेर जान्छ मन कल्पनाको शहरमा
उर्लेर आउँछ मन भावनाको बगरमा
तैपनि धरती छोडेको छैन
विश्वास गर,
मैले धरती छोडेको छैन !

अतीत बित्यो कसरी त्यो पनि थाहा छैन
तर
सम्झनाका पातला छापहरू किन नमेटिएका होलान् ?

सताइन्छु बेलाबेलामा सम्झनाका चोटहरूले
मन दुख्छ, अघ्घोरै दुख्छ, आँखा रसाउँछन्
तैपनि आँसु किन नआएको होला?
झुक्किएर बग्दा केही थोपा प्रतिविम्ब अतीतको नदेखियोस्
रहेका पातला छापहरू आँसुको छालसँगै बगून् बरु
रोकेर राखेको आँसु भयंकर विष्फोटसँगै नसकियोस्
कामना गर्छु आफैँ, एक्लै, आफ्नै लागि ।

म गलेको छैन, म भागेको छैन, म डराएको छैन
विश्वास गर, म अलिकति पनि फेरिएकै छैन ।
म चहान्छु म नगलुँ, नभागुँ, नडराऊँ
किनकि
जसरी पनि यो युद्ध मैले जित्नुछ ।

(सन् १९९७)