Wednesday, April 6, 2016

म र उ

निर्बिकल्प ठाने,
ताली बजाएँ,
भजन गाएँ,
मिल्ने नमिल्ने सबै गरेँ
उसैका लागि 

फेरी,
नाजयज ठहर्याएँ,
गाली गरेँ,
सत्तो स्रापेँ 

उही उही त्यो पात्र
फरक?
फगत समय,
अनि उसको दुर्भाग्य 

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Précis

Shivering, silence!
Across Atlantic,
Heavenly nap!
Whizzing, antique city,
Destination? no. 4!

Panting £19.
Rest, ride, roam,
Next? - shshsh...
ri..ro between story
Not to pass.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

मेरो मन र खल्ती

उनको बर्णन गर्दै
गोजिमा परेको मेरो हात
भेट्छ एउटा सानो लिस्ट
... काठको पन्यु र खसिको मासु ।

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Memorable days

We four of House No. 26. You will be in mind for different things! 

My flatmates: Romeo Belli (France), Violeta (Spain), Chun Chen (Taiwan)
To start with, I was 'Indian man', 'uncle', 'good friend', 'enigma', to name a few, for my flatmates. Initial days, we liked to lock in rooms and classes; if we talked, it was mostly phatic communion after introductions. I am not sure who initiated; I guess Romeo started. (will continue)

Friday, November 22, 2013

परिवर्तन !

पत्तै भएन कि
थाहै पाईन ।
मुसा मार्न ल्याएको बिरालो
बाघरुपी भेष भिरेर
गर्जन थालेछ |

कसको दोष ?
ल्याउनेको कि परिवर्तन हुनेको ?

A Story



No nonsense, she said sobbing. What on hell you want of me, her voice grew louder.
The man beside her seemed to be contemplating like a sage during meditation.
Are you listening, she yelled. You don't think how important it is for me to be myself. I can't be your Victorian stuff looking after your sperm growing in me. My individual existence is more important, you see!
The sound of beetles from outside was apparently audible. But the man did not seem to listen neither to the voice from outside nor the one that was demanding his permission. 
I was the one who had been a witness to their debate and was growing numb every other second. I thought about the man, the woman and the other life. Was I being empathetic? I don't know; but I felt that I was crying. I don't know who I cried for.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Nightmare

Enticed with white traces of your hair
I hankered after.
Every next gallop
The distance rather increased
To make me run palpitating.
But, the horror!
You gazed with ember black complexion
Tongue frolicking with blood.
It was horror godified!
I saw,
But to have nightmare.

Threads and their Way Back

A day it was – a quiet collision   Care came softly, not announced, not demanded – emotionally attached   Drawn again by the qui...