म युद्ध लड्न चहान्छु
संसार एकातिर राखेर म सारा जगत
थर्काउन चहान्छु
राम्राको अनुहार कोपरेर
बोल्नेको मुख च्यातेर
चल्नेको हात खुट्टा भाचेर
सारा जगत मास्न चहान्छु
आइज सिङ्गल सिंगल॥

कुकुर होस् कि होस् बिरालो
सागरको मुनि होस् कि सगरको उकालो
मोटो, पातलो, होचो होस् कि अग्लो
चट्टान जस्तो साह्रो होस् या फुल जस्तो कमलो
केही, कसैलाई राख्दिन म बाकी ं
अाज, अहिले नै म युद्धको शंकघोष गर्न चहान्छु
चहान्छु हैन गर्छु। आइज सिंगल सिंगल।।

काचै खाइदिन्छु सबलाई
मलाई अघाए बाग्मतिमा ढलसँगै बगाईदिन्छु
तर कसैलाई आज बाकीँ राख्ने छैन
आज दया नि छैन माया नि छैन
कि म छैन कि तँ छैन
लाटो रिस उठेको छ
यो रिस खेर जाने छैन।
आइज सिंगल सिंगल॥

को हो अगाडी आइज!!!
मेरो पेट्रोल चोर्ने को हो?

Friedrich Nietzsche had once told
"Let us beware of saying that Death is the opposite of life.
The living being is only a species of death and a very rare species"

And I know exactly what it means.

I live with the generation
Not wanting to live
Our television shooting guns from Middle East
Our screens begging help from Africa
when America enjoys the Oscar and
Britain and Australia rambles about Ashes
I live with the generation
who think football is not a game but passion
who think war is not crime but just another compuer game
They are dead
They have been fairly killed

I live with the generation
whose dreams are Made in China
Advertised with British Accent
Available on Sale during one of the Christmas
And sometimes they fall from sky
I live with the generation
who have forgotten apple is actually a fruit
But they unfold apple for birthday twice a year
Who grows food on binary
Cannot separate beef from buff
And eat dust coated with sugar
They are dead
They have been fairly killed

I live with the genration
who are better aliens
My generation wants to find vampire for soulmate
They plant to fight against zombies
Our ninja cuts fruit
We are so anxious instead of praying
we run around temples
Even the birds are so angry because
George R.R. Martin kills all our favorite charaters
and Sheldon cooper can't be helped
Everyone thinks they are Sherlock Homes
But can't find socks for school
They are dead
They have been fairly killed

We hate mathematics because
they are not pop songs
We prefer walking almost ****
Maybe because we dont have AC on clothes
We extremely love our parents - in our wall
But we forget where they work
We make happy faces in window pane when sad
We kick street dogs when mad
And if they bite back, we **** them all.
**** dogs! We dont need them.
Cats rule the world.

We regret too much.
Earth is our burden.
We wait endlessly for apocalypse
We are dead.
We have been fairly killed
Drugged and Polished
Addicted to dying
And Saved everytime by our
- American Superheroes

About Me
I sell peace for money
I advertise hunger for donations
I live in a haunted house
Ghosts have stopped crossing my way
They cook in my kitchen and
are naked on my bedroom
I am not interested in blood
I need coffee to keep me alive
I inhale smoke to pump my lungs
I live near Mount Everest
Enthralled by Nuclear Bombs of North Korea
Not able to see Smokes from America
eating our Snow

And my greatest tragedy
I am in a country where
we need to be in queue
wanting to live
waiting to die

We have been fairly killed.
We still think the sky is blue.

For love in memory


Memories are sweet embrace on a good day
And the same shatter you down once she's away
Time is a memory that you string together
Good or bad, love once loved is remembered forever

Everywhere you go, you carry what's not your
Easy iffy shall **** you everyday in life here
Set your roots good below before you fly in love
For if you fall, let not you dry like thirsty dove

Love shall grow wild and healthy in its youth
And the same love,once old, be a sweet ripen fruit
Make a wish, oh good love, a wish for every lover
Let love once loved be lighted forever
Let memories be as sweet as once it was and even more
Let love once love be lighted forever

crow and crow

What is so fun about crowing?
Every morning the moon dissapears
Her trial still fresh
encircling the sky.
Not even sun can evaporate.
And with every new hour
I play a game-
Finder's Keeper.
Fun it seems.
One time I found a ring of fire.
A diamond engraved to its depth.
I kept it-
I tried to keep it.
I was left among ashes.
Treasure hunt, fun it seems.
But what is fun about crowing?
Every sound is fun,
when in silence,
you are haunted.

With my head
still on my bed
I try to peek out for new lights
for new inspiration
for new myself
among the crowds of desolate.
Everyone is excited about some new year.
Me too.
and I look back at the old year
and the older one
more older one.
I remember my friends
the members of my family
the rags on the street
the kings of the doomed
Try to look at their old year and new year
everyone is happy.
much smile and happiness.
But they fear tomorrow they have to forfeit
what today they are celebrating.
even the newspaper.

I never celebrated the name.

Sleep paralysis


The pages of book fluttered
Shouldn't I be turning the pages?
(I must have thought.)
My hands paralysed and
my eyes pierced through pages
In the background someone screamed

The scream was getting louder
Slowly overshadowing all other noises
Shouldn't I look out if someone needed help?
(I must have thought)
I was running so fast and not a inch did I move
And suddenly someone was choking me to death

I must scream for help.
(I must have thought)

I was screaming.
I was running.
I was choking.


Thank you mom. right on time. phew!

Insane austere hallucination

The last day of year is once again here
And it feels like someone is dying
I should celebrate perhaps
and I am.
I should and So I will!

The feeling of uncomfortable happiness is creeping from above my toes to my head and beyond
to high and infinity
-The giant hairy creepy happiness.
Death is not usually celebrated
but some are exception
and party is totally not optional.

Just like in Ghodejatra the death of Tundi is still celebrated.
oh poor demon!
Just like in bisket jatra the death of two big big giant snakes out of queen's nose is celebrated
What a auspicious occasion to celebrate
And so will I.
I should so I will!
The end of another year won't be same anymore.

I must feel lucky
for what faith has endowed on me.
I must so I will.
And as I witness the clouds covering the corpse of late year I cry with extreme pleasure
Sorrowful.But the sorrow isn't supposed to be mournful.
Because its death of what should have never breath.


I never needed dose of Mushroom or LSD or whatever the fancy name the drugs is called by.
I always lived somewhere else.
I was always dead at the moment.
And I always felt like I was living my death
May be in hell.
So I must have been bad when I actually lived.
I cant forge any other logic from what I learnt in this world.
My birth was hallucination.
I am in trip since then
and the world is going round round round.
I can feel at the speed of 465 meter per second.
Its a derived scientific data.

May be tomorrow is new day of new year.
But it will be just another year of hangover.

Hang on new year!