1.
Cluster of night light
Season of dark renaissance
Cloudy autumn spree

2.
Weeping Memories
Attuned Melancholic Scream
Dead and lost Spring

3.
Flutters of Dust Speck
Round around Nothingness
Milky Way Express

१.
ग्रीष्म शहर
धुलाम्य प्रतिक्षा-
अनवरत आशा

२.
टुक्रो कलम
निसास्सिएको मन
आधा कबिता

३.
उठेको काल
भरपेट आकांक्षा
चैते चाहाना

I wish today to write a poem
with eleven wishes in it
And before I do that I wish some coffee
to prevent my psyche from split

Such poor handwriting, should then
I wish for better calligraphy
And with all messy impromptu,
I wish to get a new copy

Sipping down the bitter taste,
I always wished to feel better
A wishlist without her mention,
It will just be a fiddle

There are whole lot of wishes,
I wish around and with her
Fitting them together with skip
Other wishes shan't be in hamper

Getting high inhaling nature
my wish further for solitude
How I wish to reach every creation
and fill them with gratitude

The poem just began
if I could wish more
Stupid ending happens
when my coffee is over

More coffee!!!!

As the clamor in the room grew more intense with high pitched curses and defenses against it, I could see my reflections lying shattered into pieces.

The first day it was brought in,I had felt some very unnatural anxiety circulating with every flicker of my light. It shone with me and inside it showed me. Had I ever thought that my reflections would be so clear to me? Not until I saw it for myself. And in it, I could see the whole world shining under my light.

She would get ready under my light asking her lucid image if she looked any better with the ear-rings he gifted her today. I could just stare at the sharp beauty that shone. Next day, she was extra joyous and had some pretty dresses for outing.

Days passed and may be years, Me with the mirror, we shared all the happy moments growing inside the room once filled with dilemma of solitude. Noises have started turning to moans and kisses flowered over the mirror. I was always available to ease things up. Under my light, love started to turn their emotions to actions and we grew fond of new member of the room who showed up every night and then who was there all the time.

I shared all these changes with mirror and in utter silence, we grew fond of each other. When you start reflecting yourself in someone else you, that grows into you as your own part. Every reflection is a turn back at the memories that string you life. We shared rushes and pushes, bends and highs, jokes and promises, smiles and fondling ; all as a silent audience but I was now more into mirror than myself and I chose things left to right than it actually appeared. Love makes you do silly things with utmost care.

But love gets infected with what should have never got into room of love. She was lying in total mess that day. Not that we hadn't noticed once lovely caress turning to curses but such things generally ended with some fondling and moonbeams that washed them away.

When he entered inside with a thud, we just shook with vibrations that traveled through wall. As the clamor slowly ceased down, the story began with my reflections shattered to pieces. I was searching in every pieces for one complete me and the story ends with me trying to collect my own pieces.

We were always made of same thing. Something is never realized until we are broken.

In me, In my heart
Gentle whispers of solitude
slips from the blue gaze slowing
turning black as you step by step
start to cease to exist.
My beats going awry,
My tongues slipped as I tried to speak
" was this all? "
Eternity changed its seasons.
The warmth in you began to freeze
And ice age was once again here
We spoke many things in silence
Things only we knew
And exchanged feelings
that would never actually become sounds
We could tear apart the world and
stitch it back exactly the way it was
But today was one of such day
when I didn't care to tear me apart for world
to bring you back
The endless gaze gradually fading
Were you even listening?
Were tears supposed to roll?
Numbness crept into me
when you whispered
"We have always drifted together"

I stare at the only way I see.
We shall always drift together.

यदि पाउने भए म माया गर्नेथे
मायाको अर्थमा मै कविता कोर्नेथे
ममा लेखिए शब्दहरू धेरै
प्रेमी देखि प्रियासम्म म पुगे घेरै
मेरोसाथ हिड्न फुल चुडिए धेरै
यदि हुने भए म आफै फुल्नेथे
यदि पाउने भए म माया गर्नेथे

जब मेरो निर्जिवतामा उनी सजिवता कोर्थे
म माया रैछु भनी म सोच्ने गर्थे
म बुझ्थे म भित्र दुई- एक बन्थे
लाग्थो मायाको मोल म बढाउँथे
यदि पाउने भए म माया गर्नेथे
लेखिएका हरेक वाचा म पूरा गर्नेथे
हरेक जुनी म उन्लाई नै पाउथे

तर, मन हुनेकै माया बिक्दो रैछ
अनि हरेक प्रहर सगैं यहाँ माया सुक्दो रैछ
हिजोको हासोँले आज पोल्दो हो क्यारे
कोहि माया सुकाउन नसकेर मसगैँ जल्दो रैछ
माया गर्न बरू मैले नै पो जाने,
म हरेस नखाई माया हरपल गर्थे
यदि पाउने भए मै माया गर्नेथे

माया मात्र कागजमा हुन्छ भनी लेखियो कतै
तर साच्ची , यदि पाउने भए म माया गर्थे
मुटु टुक्रिदा म आफू च्यातिन्नथे
बरू टुटेका हर मुटु म जोड्नेथे
रड्डि कागजबाट पुनः सदाबहार प्रम पत्र बन्थे
यदि पाउने भए म माया गर्थे
वियोग हैन, सम्योगान्त हुन्थ

Happy Tantra Diwash

सभ्यता र विकासको सदकमा आज
विस्मृतिका गाडीहरू हुकिएका देख्छु
सपनामा देखाईएका सुन्दर बगैँचा आज
कालो धुंवाले घेरिएको पाउछु
ठल्ठुला श्वरमा जोड जोडले चिच्याइएका
टोल टोल वस्ति वस्तिमा गुन्जाइएका
कहिले लोकतन्त्र कहिले प्रजातन्त्र
कहिले जनतन्त्र  कहिले गणतन्त्र
नामका अमृत वचनहरू आज सम्झिन्छु
सम्झनाको हरेक प्रहारसगं आत्तिन्छु
आत्तिन्छु म सोच्दै "के मैलेभाषाको अर्थ नबुझेकै हुँ त?"
"कुनै तिर्सनामा मैले गलत व्याख्या पो गरेको छुँ त?"

यदि हैन भने
किन स्वतन्त्रताको जन्जालमा अल्झिएको पाउछु?
किन सुक्दै छन् तिर्खाहरु
किन डबिन्दैछन् पाइलाहरु
किन म आफै देखि भाग्न बाध्य छु?
किन यति धेरै प्रश्ण छन् वरिपरि?
तन्त्रै तन्त्रको मन्त्र उच्चारहणले गुन्जायमान
भड्रगोल भई फात्तिएको छ किन यो सडक

यदि हो भने
धिक्कार छ सबलाई
यत्र तत्र छरिएका सपनाहरु
अझै तन्त्रैतन्त्रमा रुमलिएका आशाहरु
मलाई अनि तिमीलाई जसले तन्त्रहरु
कैयौँ जन्माए
तर मृत जन्माए।