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mt machhapuchhre as seen from lake phewa in pokhara

mt machhapuchhre as seen from lake phewa in pokhara

नापेर नांगा आँखाले
अनुमानका भरमा
माछापुच्छ्रेको उचाइ
फेरि गलत हुनुछैन मलाई

किनकि
बादलको साम्राज्य फैलिँदा
छुट्टिँदैन हिमाल र आकाशको सिमाना

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i don’t want to gauge
machhapuchhre with bare eyes
and make its height
a wrong guesswork

when empire of clouds expands
border of mountains and sky
cannot be separated

(NaPoWriMo Post#17)

blood moon

maybe
you realised that
it’s you who made me mad

that’s why you felt bad
hid under the murk
and turned red-faced too
thousands of miles away from me Blood MoonPhoto: Associated Press
(NaPoWriMo Post#15)

mars dates moon

moon-jupiter-new-year-kathmandu-virgo

maiden evening
seeing mars and moon on date
i ran far away

but there to here, lights to woods
why did they chase me again?

moon-mars-pine-trees(NaPoWriMo Post#14)

i promised my eyes a life

                           (National Poetry Writing Month Day 13)

i gazed at my eyes
i forced myself to see
what they were up to
i tried to listen to them

browbeaten by bothersome brain
and
well-worn for want of repose
they remained silent for a while
and
looked back at me innocently

with an innate brightness
they naively
spilled
curiosity and will to see more

that is to say
they protested
what i was up to
ignorant of what they actually did

then i promised them a life

all have to die some time or other
be that as it may
i shall live
i shall live at least for my innocent eyes

i’ve  promised my eyes my life
i’ll live

(NaPoWriMo Post#13)

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domino effect


realisation that
i ain’t what i believed i was
made me feel bad

impression that
you became what i believed you weren’t
made me feel worse

either way
i look down on myself now

(NaPoWriMo Post#10)

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caterpillar to butterfly

making friends with a caterpillar
i’m waiting
it to become butterfly
and fly away with more colour

you are free to call me mad
but
what i want shall happen one day
if i don’t die

(NaPoWriMo Post#9)

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lows and a high

i tasted
two new flavours
one for you
the other for me

the breeze
that blew
to cool the heated evening
is the witness

though sweet and soothing
the treat
started tasting bitter
at the crossroad
where you left me high and dry
once upon a time

instantly
gripped by an anxiety bout afresh
then
i started measuring the path
towards an unknown safe haven
hurriedly
drenched in sweat
and drained of all energy

only to get over the low
i decided to taste
something that i’d never taste
as a gatecrasher

something is crawling
under my skin
i’m numb and irresolute too
but what i want to happen is
a magic - a black magic in fact
with a sweet aftermath

not to choke anymore
i’m readying myself
to stop breathing
but still living

this bloody air is contaminated
with
all dark and pungent smoke

can my olfaction
smell it sweet some day?

(NaPoWriMo Post#8)

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thunder monologue


thunder thunder big big sound
pour down pour down king of cloud
what i want is heavy rain
this stormy night of april fame

thunder strikes with flashes slight
takes off whirl of dust for flight
pigeons fly to reach their nest
midway spring is at its best

(NaPoWriMo Post#7)

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unhappy

you are unhappy
when you carry umbrella
but it doesn’t rain

you are unhappy
when you do not make mistakes
but you are punished

you are unhappy
when you cannot tell the truth
and you are misread

you are unhappy
when you can’t follow your dreams
and curse yourself

being unhappy is my trait
need no reason to suffer

(NaPoWriMo Post#5)

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music of silence

what we call
the sound of silence
in fact is
musical motif of a chorus
that cicadas sing
remaining in the oblivion
and
reminding all that life exists
even if the world is in slumber

this april evening
cooled and silenced by a storm
even the rowdy dogs are mute
but
i can hear the music of cicadas
and
i’m trying to understand
what they are singing

trttttttttttttttt…
snnnnnnnnnn..
swnaaaaaaaaa..
they sing non-stop

(NaPoWriMo Post#3)

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juggernaut

seeing
the yellow datura blossoms
that disperse aphrodisiac fragrance
in the evenings
drooping
and losing their lustre
in an april noon
after a charming morning
you get to realise
how transient their beauty can be

here now and gone after a while…

you remember
how your phallus wilts
after the cloud nine and the coming
union to disunion
leaving you fagged out
and depressed
not caring for fresh flesh pleasure
for the time being

by the way
who governs this juggernaut
who runs this wheel of nature?

i want to fight it
and get crushed
i want to dematerialise in it…

/NaPoWriMo Post#2/

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worse than death

as luck would have it
i survived
despite what stars portended
but
i died every moment then
while living with the fear of death

with reasons galore to run away
i feared of hurting you
and failed to communicate properly
it followed that
what i did or what i didn’t
hurt you even more

now
you’ve made believe yourself
i don’t exist
which is worse than any form of death

death has a history of existence
nonexistence is but void

maybe
this was the best way for  you
to punish me and
quite quietly
heal the heart that i hurt

(NaPoWriMo Post#1)

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not living in the present

BUBBLES AND RIPPLES

BUBBLES AND RIPPLES

when nebulous memories of the past lives
start gripping you
when you get to
foresee sporadic events of future
and they turn out to be true
you forget that
you have to live today too

in this jumble
of reality and clairvoyance nonesuch
you fear of being mocked as a mental
and
distance yourself from the others

you struggle with the self to be normal

then
you get to comprehend
the esoteric relation
between coincidence and fate
and
impermanence of mundane existence

you feel
it’s like water bubbles and ripples
forming in a muddy road
contaminated with spilled lubricating oil
and disappearing instantly
during a drizzle

your reflection on the bubbles
breaks loose and
gets swept away along with the ripples
only to form again
and repeat the cycle

though you complain of unfairness
you know that
what you feel or say goes in vain
because that’s the second fiddle’s fate

———–
dude, what you know to do is
either dreaming or complaining only

———–

i wish i could go back to the past
and
stop you from meeting me
that no moon night
to prevent the present miseries
that the filthy mouse inflicted on us
oh, blue butterfly!
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

———-

i will fuck this fix one day
and rescue you
on the fifth phase of waxing moon

but when?

let me dream again

please don’t wake me up
for the time being
i am sleeping…

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