गर्छन्! बादलले धाकेको अौँसीझैँ रित्ता
रित्ता वाचाहरू,
एक योगीले हरेक नव प्रभातमा साधना गरेसरी,
टोलाउँदै मेरा आखाँहरू
फैलिदै गएका भित्ताहरूमाँझ
क्करिदै गएको त्यो  एकलकाँटे सिलिङ्तिर।

सिलिङ्मा कोरिएका सपनाहरूको डायरी
पल्टाउने क्रममा
साउनको झरी सरी वर्षिने गर्दछन्
मनमा सजिएका अनेक रहरहरू
र बुन्न थाल्दछन् अदृष्य भोलीका
अस्थाई जीवन रेखाहरू

सास बिस्तारै फुल्ने गर्दछन्
हृदयलाई ढुक्क पार्दै
स्वप्न बगैंचा चहार्दै
म पुग्दछु एकान्तमा ती गल्लीहरू बीच,
जहाँ भोलीको सूर्योदय  पश्चात
फेरि हन्डर नखानु छ
एक नमिठो यात्रालाई विश्राम दिदै
म हर रात सपना सजाउछु
संकल्प सङ्गाल्छु, म यात्री बन्छु।।

हरेक बिहानको सुरुवात सगैँ
फेरि
त्यो पल्लो घरको भाले भुक्न थाल्छ
गल्लीका भुस्याहरू मेरा सपनाहरू लुछ्न खोज्छन्
खाल्डो बीच हराएको काठमाडौंको सडकमा म यात्री नभई बौलाहा बनेर भौतारिन्छु,
म यो जीवनको अतिथी
वर्षातमा हिलोले पोतिन्छु
अरू दिन मैलोले लेपिन्छु
बस् चल्दो हो त ... तर दोष कसलाई दिऊँ
यो साधुहरूको देशमा?
आफ्नो हिलो पखाल्नै पर्ने हुन्छ
मैलो मेटाउनै पर्ने हुन्छ
यसै साथ,
म हर साझँ सङ्कल्प र सपनाको सङ्ग्रह बाग्मतिमा सेलाउने गर्दछु
राती सिलिङ अझै क्करिएको पाउछु
भित्ताहरू टाढिएका हुन्छन्
फ्ल्यासब्याकमा अनन्तसम्म एकै दिन दोहरिन्छ
तरपनि हरेक रात सास फुलाउदै
गर्छन् ! सिमलीको भुवासरी उडी बिलाउने वाचाहरू
मेरो खोक्रिदै गएको मन,
टोलाउदै
क्करिदै च्याउरिएका रित्ताे सिलिङतिर
रुझ्दै
सपना र सङ्कल्पको वर्षातमा
थाम्दै
मक्किएका हिम्मतका जगहरू
फगत एक फ्ल्यासब्याकको निम्ति
अनि सायद बहार बोक्ने
भोलीको निम्ति

दीपको उज्यालोमा अधेरीको हुरी चलेको क्षण
लाग्छ एउटा आशाको समाप्ति लेखिदैछ
हातमा लागेको चोटको बदला आत्माले भोग्दैछ
तरपनि अधेरीकै बानी पर्न शुरू हुदैछ
दीपको शिखामा अतीत जलेको उन्माद चल्दैछ मनमा
बिहानीको शीत सहने अब सास बाकी छैन न रहर
म मरेको नाटक गर्न चाहन्छु
कृपया तिमी मलाई माया गरेको अभिनय गरिदिनु
म मर्दा तिमीलाई पीडा भएसरी आँसु बहाईदिनु
अनि जब म नाटकबाट थाकेर फेरी होसमा आउनेछु
तिमी मलाई सुनाउनु, कति असह्य पीडा थियो म मर्दाको क्षण
अनि भन्नू " अब कहिले नमर्नु"
म सोचमग्न भई फेरि त्यो दीपमा टोलाउन थाल्नेछु
सोच्दै यदी साच्चिकै यो दीपमा तेल सकेर
मलाई अधेरीले निल्यो भने...
तिमी बिलाईसकेकी छ्यौ
मलाई पनि निले, ...
म विचार गर्न थाल्छु

एउटा आशाको पालुवा पलाउदैछ

तिमी र म बीच केवल दुरी
केवल दीपको उजेलीको॥

Lack of sound is not silence
I have felt silence of kinds

I remember those days,
everytime I close my eyes-
We forced the voice out of lungs
We pretended to talk over things
We pretended to care the words;
words that promised us the future that would glitter among stars;
words that caressed the wounds that was infected by same;
words that just dropped and shattered with silence;
a dreadful silence-
A silence that just pierced our soul
filling us with more void.
Silence screeching and screaming breaking us apart inch by inch
until we finally lost all words fueling the void,
the dreadful silence

Today, I sit by the bank of the river
which drowned me with dreadful silence.
I wonder was there ever a boat that carried us both
or was it just a pieces of logs we held onto
the logs we believed so hard, so blindly
that someday they will turn into our boat of love
safely carrying us ,together, to our home.
I see you are here, as well.
Safer than ever.
Our hands don't hold together anymore.
Our voice has nothing more to say.
Even as we walk past each other
Our eyes hardly blink at each other.
I have known silence of kinds
This one is of better kind
I can calmly look at my open palms
without fearing to lose you...

I just gaze intently and sigh!

Time will demean you
Time will felicitate you
There was once
A little boy
who dreamt of being a star
that shone brighter than the moon
He loved his days when he could play
hide and seek, all evening long
Later lying over green grasses
letting his life to recollect
The tree under which he use to lie
with branches, where he used to swing
is no more.
His dreams of star brighter than moon-
moon was never brighter than star.

There was a boy once
who was stupid with all his freedom
with desires, where his dreams used to swing
The tree is no more
The boy is no more
Time tells the stories
inside the head
of mysteries, of universal alchemies
and of adventure misunderstood, not understood
and understood years later, when it first demeaned you
Dreams work in strange way
Desires **** in worst days
and time is still waiting for the felicitation
to tell the little boy
there are no stars brighter than moon

I have seen the night
I have seen the day
I have seen butterflies over flowers
for nectars and for pollens
I have seen fireflies over moon
for heaven and for solace
But I have never seen this
what I see today
Candles and Sunflowers

I am in a field of green
over a top of hill, lovely
under the black with twinkles,
now and then.
and there are candles all around
and there are sunflowers
dancing and swaying with mountain breezes
and I am here, not astonished at all
I smile at everything
because the candle burns all my existence
and my memories sway slowly
memories of time when I have been sunflower
and i forgot sun would come back
but my desperation told me candles can do better
and I was not wrong
No sun can replace the candle
That have ignited and waxed my love
I do not desire sun any more
When you are here

There, I whisper quietly
Words that make no sense
But have deep meaning
At the empty cup
of which I sipped the last possible drops
of my morning tea
Now all there is left in it -
The future built in healthy past
All the possible pasts
And the most deranged present
Probably,
The reflection is not true to me anymore

All these grounds of reality have sunk too low
And my expectations have rose so high
Sometimes I wish I was DC Comic Character
with flying abilities
and for some reason I am high
since few days
not because of some hallucinogens
No, Not the tea
of colourful thoughts painted in black and white dreams
The birds outside chirp in a strange tone
Like some mechanized toy
Its already hard to find a bird in my surrounding

The cup was long gone
Realizations failed to realize this event
Until I got off my  chair and
got a piece inside my skin

Dreams are just like that
They fall off without getting noticed
and they get shattered
You fail to realize until you start walking
after a long sigh, out of apprehension
after a short rest
and you have already missed your way
You get back just a piece of memory
Every moment redefines you
Every morning tea is a memory
Every cup is just a moment

In my dream today,
I seeped into your sphere
But was there you to find?
I floated inside my unconscious
To seek company of your conscience
Was there you to find?
I am locked inside this limbo.
You are nowhere to be found
Yet your fragrance exist all around
You soared high inside me
With smells of jasmine love
You grew inside my poignancy
like lotus of the mud valley
Yet where are you hidden
I don't seem to find
Who are you in my imagination?
Who are you existing in real?
Can this dream be my reality?
Can this limbo be my real life?