Walking alone
with some music
breeze whispering to trees
stars winking ceaselessly
alone with nothing but you
I have always thought
Why is mind so fond
of nights at dawn
of moon behind clouds
of clouds that has fallen
of face behind veil
of things we lose
of feelings untrue
What is so precious
about stones that shine-
only on light.

Future is uncertain, even the nearest
but in this uncertainty you are certain
to **** me
with your silent tortures
Dear Murderer,
Kiss me cold as I start boiling warm in your love
As my mind start thawing with anxiety
And as the fumes of my soul rises
above the silent hills
of those sealed lips
With rain falling of tears belonging
to crime undesired
Take me to the cave twisted with intentions
I shall follow your silence to eternity
Till my breath learns the silence
that hides what a mortal can never understand
And it was true
when I said
I will hold onto you even if it means following you to grave

I have some secret feelings
Which only I can feel
Which only I have known
And no matter how much something
relates, they won't ever be same
But I cannot write saddest lines like Neruda
nor can I get drunk like Bukowski
with these feelings of mine
They know no words
But they are master of silent dark tortures
Which only I know
When the night engulfs me whole
I shine with inhibitions
They dance over my skins like cataract
And I drown with condemn for myself
I get burnt under water and buried above clouds
And only I can feel it
No matter how deep I hide, these will never leave me
And I know this because I have tried
I sit beside window
My secret feeling glancing at me from moon
from stars, from clouds
and bullies me sometimes with gush of wind, sound of dogs
and engines tht rolls
late at night
The building with a light turned on
in one of the rooms
puppets my feelings with shadows
There lies two beings biting hard at my wounds
And I just sit at my window feeding them
With smokes of metaphors and alcohol of rhymes
Beacause only I can save me
which I fail everytime.
or only she can save me
And I am sure to die of this.

Barren like the salty dead sea
I crawled protecting myself
Stirring my path with just dust to collect
Among the crowd of Snow clad mountains-
mystical, magical, magneficient, cool-
I played symphonies of sorrow
with dead poetry salty to swallow
You came along to swim in my salty
ambience
my passion flowing down the gutter
started fluttering above moon
Girl, you became the metaphor
My poetry found solace in salt
With your mention all the dust I collected
turned to gold
of heaven made,Thy, prudent with smiles,
Be my angel
So sick of crawling beneath, you can
Make me rain over mountains

कुन्ठित वेग्रताको लगाम फुकाउदै
सल्केको चित्तमा वरफ जमाउदै
थोपा थोपा पानी पानी
तप्प तप्प जानी नजानी
सारा सृष्ति चुहिदैछ
उन्मादको घैटो रित्तीदैछ

न यो माया न कुनै संकल्प
न भूतको कोलाहल
न भविष्यको तत्परता
परिचय केवल क्षणभर निमित्त
उम्लेको पशूत्व पोख्ने आतुरता
प्रतिबिम्बित एक झलक शुन्यता

अनि फेरि मोलका कुर
अनमोल क्षणमा वेमेलका कुरा
संसारिकतामा फर्केको विकेकको सुरमा
समाजिक संस्कार र भगवानका कुरा.

Face to face,
Across the table with some complementary drinks
Anxiety clearly dancing at our legs
It been hour or so
talking about our favorite writers
the music that gives us solace
the taste of today's morning tea
how I ended up having boring day at office
how you had nothing much to say
the preparation for careers
our ex
our parents
our siblings
and the world in middle east
and some gossips from west
How we both hate Korean flicks
and Indian TV serials
but...
all these are delightful distractions
seems to work weak today
because the temperature have risen
the level of mercury beyond limits
and with my mouth talking whatever
finger tapping to hide some unknown violation
my eyes is glued at the tiny peek from
your low cut tops
My mind plays violin synchronizing
with the movement of your tight jeans which
gracefully captures the swaying hips
Why does your lips appear extra luscious today?
and why do I think I am someone else today?
Gasping at the breath I finally mutter
"let's talk about *** baby;
lets find some place, may be"
The question mark on your eyes gives a stare
Which was all needed to pull out the animal in me
I wink at you with the unique expression of lust
You know what I mean.
The desire fires the way it deems.

मायामा रमाउने हरेक मन हुन्छ
संवेदनाले त उन्मादपनि जन्माउछ
इच्छा तृष्णा सपना हुन्छ जोसुकैसगं
स्वतन्त्रता बुझ्न यी त्यागेर उड्न सिक्नुपर्छ

चैतको वेगसगैँ उडेका चाहना
मनसुनको बाढी सगैँ बहेर तुहिन्छ
यात्रामा लगाएको पिरती
गन्तव्य नजिक आइपुग्दा अल्मलिन्छ

हतारहतार नै त रित्याउने हो गलती
सुस्ततामा योवनले बैँस त्याग्नसक्छ
भोलीको भलाईको कसलाई के खसखस
आजको रात रगाउदैं जीवन सके नि सकिन्छ।