Outing

Its been so late but
I have been awake
Faulty words spoken again
Let's go to the outing
There has been race
Sure do I miss the pace
Wounded soul bleeds more
So no more amusement
And no more distraction

They call it matter of delight
Oh! Its an ravishment
They try to feed the illusion
And force the soul to delusion
I was drifted off in a daydream
And left in state if hallucination

As soon as leg left the rest
Wake-up call from inner soul
Burst out from the dizziness
Don't fall in the trap
Feast are never medicines
But enhance the growth of virus
Save the bleeding wound from cancer

Skiping is not a medicine
But a way to stop further growth
And every fresh wound
Needs some time to close
Wait for the time
Till the scars heal
And then rise up
As a juvenile to
Break every rules to
Experience Ultimate freedom
With laughter and fun.

My Teeth

I still remember the day
i bought the fake teeth for me
my mouth bare by birth
stiff jaws but no white teeth
an attempt to fill the vacancy
a brand new silver plated teeth for my mouth
tried it with my supper
tried it with my dinner
thought that it was useful
i chewed in happiness
i chewed in excitement
made a deal to accept it
make a thought to keep it for life
time passed with dilemma
sometime chewing a part of food
and sometime pain in chewing every grain
some day gain but most of time pain
hope that it would work
spend rupees to maintain it
but at the end of all
it was really dead to me
a gift by my silver plated teeth
a wound attepting cancer in my jaws
no i dont need it
no mt toothless jaws are fit for me
i need artificial teeth no more

मेरो चढाई

जिन्दगीको अन्तिम चढाई चढ्न भनी आँटे
भत्किएको बाटोको बिचबाटै बढ्न भनी लागे
अघि अघि दौडिएका शेरहरुको झलक देख्न थाले
उज्यालो सपनाको पहाड बोकी म पनि त्यतै लागे।

हिड्दै गर्दा अलि पर पुगेँ
तब त सबै अतीतहरु भागे
परिचय विहिन यात्रीको रुपमा
मैले पनि डाँडा काटेँ
जिन्दगीको अन्तिम चढाई चढ्न भनी आँटे
अप्ठ्यारोले भरिएको बाटोबाटै लागेँ
सुनौलो सपनाको आशामा म पनि पछिपछि लागेँ
सबैथोक त्यागेर प आफैबाट पर भागेँ

अघि बढ्दै गर्दा आयो हुरी
अनि त त्यसैले देखायौ चुरिखुरी
सबै शेरहरु कुन दुलामा पसे
म त एक्लो बीच सडकमै बसेँ

कहिले पछिल्तिर गुल्ट्याँउछ
कहिले चाहिँ खाल्टोमा मुन्ट्याँउछ
उफ् हेर्दा खेरी लाश जस्तो छ
तर हुरीमा पनि त्यत्रो शास छ

हुरी पनि रोकियो
फेरी झोला बोकियो
अनि सपनातिरै लम्कियो
के गर्न सक्छस् ए फुच्चे
अहिले चाहीँ रुखमा ठोक्कियो

उफ् , जीन्दगीको अन्तिम चढाई चढ्न कति गाह्रो
लडेको ठाउँबाट उठ्न त्यति नै साह्रो
जालझेलको दुनियामा बच्न धेरै गाह्रो
टाउकोमा बोकेको भारी थन्कोमा लगेर झार्न निकै गाह्रो
जीन्दगीको अन्तिम चढाई चढ्न कति गाह्रो

Smothering Spirit

Look the day is getting black
i sit with my hands in my head
the era curses me
circulate the force of the nature
to cover by pain
to bury by dreams it burns harder and deeper
a red ball even gets
turns the green soul
to a scorching stones
the flames hidden under the soil
vison couldn't reach it nor the rainfall penetrates enough
the thing left is voilent raging temper
no ashes buried only
a glowing stone and with no flames
and no smoke
and no sign to break the silence of the outer world
wait for a day till earth cracks
the earth frays and tears apart
along comes smoke and lava
the scorching stone gets into the stage
see now the nature arose called from the deep sleep by master
being enslaved from the toxic land
it hovers around in triumph
the agony fills space
a black crow shows his way
the red stood turns white but the sound in his lips are still quiet
being ready to explode
the stream of tears leaves eyes
evil wind just approach
the guiding hunter start to crock
the wind sweeps the tears away not a single sign in the eye
the sun rises up the zenith
the prickling arrows shoot the victim
the cloud takes the position of mustage
opens its hollow mouth to laugh
burning inside neither the smoke nor the flame
soul suffocates inside
the wind blocks the way
the laughing ghost stays
how could the ghost open its mouth?
How could the evil show its anger ? How could the spirit leave the flesh?
No way left
not a single opening.

kid # sky

Hey kid,
can you tell me the depth of sky?
No sire i have on sight so high

the battle on the sky
fighting so high
spreading of the blood
tearing of the flesh
living a human in the
house made of human
it is not the end
eyes fitted on dark wings
it may focus on us
stares hoping to split up apart

hey kid,
can you tell me the no of stars?
No sire i get lost as i count so far

region of the horror
still lack of the mirror
hoping only death
and left all things at the end
dreaming the time to uncover
this thirsty land to dry
seedling a new life
in the soil of skies.

Arrival of light

Last night
I felt something strange
a heart touching dream appeared
a image lost in the depth of world
suddenly it arise before me
unknown power
unknown beauty
landed down in my bedroom
god of silence left the space
beauty of the universe appeared
the crying night calm down
it too surrendered to the power
the power that rested in my room
the power that enlightend my room

the crying night
wipe its face with a dry cotten
the empire of the moon
looked even brighter
the energy transmitted by the god
the god that stayed with me
the dreaming boy it's me
i got drowned in the space
the space filled with the light

the singing breeze
entered through the window
it had the blanket of snow
the empire of the moon
too shook with the cold
now the time to uncover
weathering dawn covered by dark sky
the rest ended
power again continued the journey
the beauty followed him
the brightness followed him
again my room remained vacant
me a dreaming boy
i continue sleeping
quiet and tight.

पाना

जीवन भनेको त यात्रा रहेछ
यात्रा त केवल श्वेत पाना।
दु:ख र खुसी रङ बन्दिन्छन घटनाहरु आएर पाना भरदिन्छन।
फेरि विहान नव सूर्य झुल्किन्छ
यात्राको पनि नयाँ पाना पल्टिन्छ।
सेतो पाना देखेर सबैको मन झस्किन्छ
त्यसैले फेरी दु:ख र सुखको जुलुसनै निस्कन्छ।

जुलुस घर हुँदै बजारसम्म पुग्छ
दु:ख र सुखको घम्साघम्सीनै पर्छ।
कतै दु:खको हातबाट सुख
त कतै सुख को मिचाइमा दु:ख मर्छन
र फेरि त्यो दिनको पाना भरिन्छ।

यसरीनै सबै दिन जीवनको खाका कोरिन्छ।
कहिले सुख त कहिले दु:खका रङ गाडा हुन्छन
यस रङ्गी चङ्गी कापिका पाना सिमित छन
पानाको समाप्तिमा जीवनको सवै नाता तोडिन्छ
यात्राको अन्त्य सँगै जीवनको सास रोकिन्छ।

The Flower And Perfume

I am numb.I see beautiful flower in the forest of piercing thorns.I got a perfume lying hopelessly in the heap of rubbish.I just felt that But i couldn't reach that flower.I needed to move through the jungle of thorns.The perfume too seems to be covered with the stinking wastes from outside.But i could still smell the real scent that underlies among the depth of rubbish.I see it everyday the flower and the perfume.Each day i observe the thorn covering the flower .And each day the perfume is being drown under and under the dump.I see & Observe.I am numb.And i see & i got frightened if the flower turns to thorn & the perfume got mixed in the pit of gutter.I can see and only see.

My Goddess And Me

Power Of Inadequacy

Rise Of Evil

Mysterious Face

I remember  his face was quite different then the other days . it’s colour was much dark then before. The plain brown colour of the face was changed into dark brown. Yes there was smile too the smile was not free as I used to see before. I had also lot of conspiracies entrapped in that action of facial muscles. It was not a normal laugh but it was a technical laugh. The laugh had something hidden inside the soul. As I saw him he was a good lier but he was not a good artist or a good actor . Although he was covering something from me . I could easily see the realities in his face. His eyes , his nose ,his smile ,his body language etc were clearly indicating what he was longing for. Some   hidden spirits were dragging him and as the suspense continued I could easily guess that it was a black one. Something dark was rising in his heart. Something he wants to hide from the world. Something bad or a want which appeared from him as a greed, a greed for something. But the mystery continues and what is something?. I could guess but I couldn’t say because I have no proof.

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A confusion

A butterfly stuck in a spider cobweb.Spider is at a far distance. The frightened butterfly laps its wings. The more it moves, the more it gets stuck. The more it moves its wings , the more vibration occours in the web.The more strond shake of its food is felt by the spider. The spider puts one step after another in the web toward its prey. The butterfly gets more frightened and more hopless in every  bit of moment. Each bit of second for it is a last gift of the nature. Its heart starts to tremble more . feeling like the shake of the heartbeat is so loud enough to crack the eardrum causing everyone deaf but the god of death is marching toward it in slow smooth way. Every time it sees the butterfly eyes he feels that the butterfly is pleading and crying for his life but the spider is committed that he will give no chance but the butterfly will meet its fate . a saint wall lizard observing it in great confusion that saving butterly life means killing the stomach of hungry spider ans letting the famine strikes spider to get food means killing the life of a beautiful butterfly. 

A conflict between lips and hand for the plea of peace (partIII)

Continued...The house seem to be full by the noise of the television. The girl went near to her  father  and said “ papa”,see whom I have brought our home”. Father was a bit nervous and wordless but after  seeing Major  Pratap entering the room he was shocked. He instantly get up from his seat and saluted Major Pratap. Major Pratap saluted him. Father asked him to sit down. He lowered the volume of the television and started to talk. “I am happy to see such a national figure. My house has become sacred by your foot steps” father told.”Would you like to have some hard drinks i.e ber , whiskey, rum ,champagne etc.”Father asked.”A glass of whiskey please”Pratap replied . “ Daughter please bring two bottles of whiskey, two glasses, ice cubes and please fry meat for us. Do it fast ok” Father told.

”I have seen in television about you. You are really a great soldier. I have known about your contribution in the army, contribution for maintaining peace in such a foreign country. You are really a mastermind, such work, such planning and in such hard situation a normal person could really do nothing but a shit . I admire the way you handled such a worse situation. I wonder why you were not winner of Gorkha Nepal Award? Because your work is of real army and the work done by the Major Jhanka is like a politician rather than the rea  soldier.”Father told. Girl came with whiskey, icecubes and two plates of meat. Both of them started to take sip of whiskey and tear meat apart too.

“ Thanks for your appreciation. But you see the need of the world is peace. Major Jhanka is really great. He is my copartner during the recruitment too. He was different person. He was quite different person. He was quite different from others. What we learn in the training is to substitute our heart with stone but what he had done he just leave it normal. Before he left to his mission I have met him at the airport because it ws the same day I was also going to the mission. We were going to the mission. We were going to different place but our aim was  same. We wanted to get victory. I had told him that I will succeed at any cost. He told me that last night before leaving to the mission he saw a wonderful dream. In his dream he was in the war. The both sides shooted their guns but what happened is instead of bullets several types of colourful flowers were emerging out of the gun. Their knife too turned into wooden and their bomb spray colours to the people instead of killing them. Then the both sides of the people started to enjoy in such a beautiful environment . He told me that he was very impressed by his dream and he told me that he wished that his dream may come true in his new mission. I didn’t got chance to talk to him frequently but we shared emails. He was busy in coordinating with local people as well as terrorists . he was able to change the psychology of the supremo(main leader) of the   terrorist and with his effort peacew talk was organized between the rebels and the government side and the whole wrong activities was brought to end. I killed several people even if they were terrorist but he didn’t. I have destroyed several villages but he has not touched any. There was violence in both places but in his place people people had more hope because there was no fierce war. Due to war supplementary problems like robbery, kidnapping etc was automatically more in my place in contrast to his place. So his way was better  and being abide by rules is not important but getting more  benefit by breaking the rule is more important. Any way it has been more talk. It’s quite late and I need to leave now and thanks for your whiskey” Pratap said. “ its my pleasure. I enjoyed your company too much. Please come to our house whenever you get leasure. I want to talk more with you” Father said. “ok  I will surely come.”Pratap replied. Then he started the engine and drove away.

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A conflict between lips and hand for the plea of peace (part II)

continued ..He stopped by his car near a woman waiting with bag in the street.” what are you waiting for?”pratap asked.”A taxi, I want to go to Nawalpur.But see it’s going to dark and I didn’t get any.so, please may I get a ride” she asked. ”of course. “he replied. She sat into the car and he again started driving.”How amazing, Your face resembles to the major  Pratap” the girl said.”No ,it doesn’t but I am Major Pratap”.”Could you please tell me how you succeed your mission.”

” Yea It ‘s my pleasure . It was in Maltigoun (name of country) in 5 hours ago militia group called “ Ahred” was involved in several activities like murder, violence, admitting children in their army, drug trafficking and more. The time was worse at that time. It was my first time outside my country. It was difficult for me to handle the camp. Slowly I studied how those terrorist were living. I first planned to cut off their income. I asked the government to check every borders tightly to stop drug imports. We too sent several platoons to villages time to time to ensure the safety to the villages .By knowing the area of influence of those terrorists. We guarded the villages where there were young children. I asked help with the soldiers from other countries including france, united states, England and Italy to form a strong circle. Including all of our army we first concluded clearance mission in the district with most density of those terrorists . we used all sort of warfare particles we attacked them from land and form air. At last we hunted down most of these terrorists including their supreme leaders. After the main leader was caught, several of them from whole country surrendered. All the mission was accomplished under my captainship and I ams very happy because I was one of the luckiest sholdier in whole Nepal Army who was able to clear the terrorist group from whole country.” Major Pratap said

“oh! You are brave. I feel myself proud to get a hitch from such a great ful person. my father is also an exarmy . I have heared a lot from my father  about army. Really it needs a brave person to go to the army and I am not a one. And here my home comes. Please stop the car. I want to invite you to my house to have a coffee”. “No thanks , I am happy that you offered me.”” Please, please I request you my father will be very happy to meet you “ the girl said. The pratap got off  from car. To be continued...
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A conflict between lips and hand for the plea of peace (part I)

“Here we wait the result of Gorkha Nepal Award among the two well known candidates for it Major Jhanka and Major Pratap. A huge crowd is outside the marigold house where the selection process is going on. The winner will be announced by the jury in some hours “ Prakash Dahal for CTV News.

A Huge clock in the destiny wall of the Marigold house, Hetauda started to rang Dong….. Dong….. Dong….. Dong….. Dong….. Dong….. “It has been 6’o clock evening and now the sms voting for selection process is closed now. It is the time to see in which hand of the weighing machine the load is more. Now lets start to count the Vote.”a women jury said. A man stand up and sit in front of the computer. He clicked on the bottom called show vote which was displayed in a huge screen by a projector. Major Jhanka got 2278258 votes and Major pratap got 2158458 votes. “ congratulations Major Jhanka you have been selected for the GORKHA NEPAL AWARD.”the head of jury declared. And all of the other jury started giving thanks to Major Jhanka . Major Pratap too went near jhanka and hugged him and wished him for all the success in the life and also congratulated him. The jury members started to prepare for the press conference. Major pratap with gentle smile on the face asked permission to leave and he once again congratulated Major Jhanka. He came out of  the Marigold house through the backway and went to his car . He started his car. He slowly drove the car towards the gate and come out of the house. A lot of media personnel stopped him. HTD tv news reporter asked” What is happening inside.could you please tell us?”.Pratap said “ I want to congratulate Major Jhanka for getting  GORKHA NEPAL AWARD. I am very happy today because my good friend and a very good person is getting the award also I want to wish for all the success in his life. I also want to thank all the people who voted me. Thanks once again.”Then Pratap drove away. As he passed on the car he stopped by the Manakamana Super Market. He grabbed several items of the alcoholic beverage, two packets of cigarette three packets of cookies and some packets of salty snacks. After paying the cashier he went to the car and kept those items in the back of the car. He again stopped by the bar nearby. He took some food and some glasses of  wine. Then he again went inside of the car and he startedto drive. While he was driving some gunshots were heared. He kept on moving. After driving for some minutes he saw some people were arrested by police. He slowed his car and his eyes were busy in that spot up to the time that place was visible from the running car.But the soungd of previous gunshot was echoing in the pratap’s ear.

To be continued……..

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आखिर ढुङ्गा त ढुङ्गै रहेछ

त्यो त्याहाँ आफ्नो कौशल शरिरलाई आकर्षक अवस्थामा प्रस्तुत गरेर सबैको आँखालाई आफू तिर लोभ्याउने ढुङ्गालाई मैले देखेको छु र चिनेको पनि छु। "भालुलाई पुराण सुनाउनु" जस्ता उखान पनि मेरा लागि नौलो होईनन र ढुङ्गामा कलात्मुकता जोड्दा गरेका मुर्तिकारलाई नि मैले राम्रै सँग नियालेको छु। मेरो अनुभबको मात्र के कुरा बिगतका केही बर्षअघि कक्षा कोठा घोकाइएका भौतिकवादी कवितापनि मेरो मनमा वेलावेलामा बाचन भइरहन्छ। यति मात्र कहाँ हो र जान्ने सुन्ने भनाउँदा र चिप्ला कुरा गरेर फसाउने भाषणको पछाडि पनि आफूलाई प्रगतिशिल देखाउनेको निम्ति मुत्तिलाई ढुङ्गा मात्र हो भन्ने भाषण अझै नि म सम्झन्छु। तर म, तर म ढुङ्गालाई ढुङ्गा थाहापाउदै पनि केहि ब्यत्तिहरुले सृजना गरेका काल्पनिक दलदलमा जाकिन पुगे अर्थात म पनि ति ठोस, निर्जिव पत्थरलाई बिबेकशील मान्न थाले र दिन रात पुराण सुनाउन थाले। आज एक रुपले त भोलि अर्को रुपले। बर्षौ बर्षा लगाएर उ आफू माटोमा बदलिन्छ र त्यो कहिल्यै पनि सर्जिव हुदैन। सेतिको किनारमा पाइने पनि ढुङ्गा , राप्तिको आसपासमा लडिरहेका पनि वा कालिगण्डकिको छत्रछायाँमा रमाईरहेका पनि। रातदिन धुप बालेर पुकारेर, ब्रत गरेर, पुजापाठ लगाएनि शालिग्राम बाट बिष्णु निस्किने होइन तर कहिलेकाहि सुन त्याहाँ छ भने थाहा पाएर चोर्न चोर पो आउँदा रहेछन। कस्तो अचम्म!!

I can see

I can see dude and my eyes are well. Can’t you see my big  eyes?

I am not the blind as you are. What could I do if there is the pin inside a choco bar wrapped in the shining metallic wrapper? Do I have the infrared scanning units in the eyes? Can you see inside that wrapper? what are you telling ? it’s just a shit man. Each and every thing comes in the wrapper who knows what’s inside? Who? A wrapper inside a wrapper. It’s really a illusion .each and every thing here is a illusion. Hard to identify and Hard to detect. Only process the image in your mind and then only show result. everything is covered. Your word is covered, mine word is covered. There are wrapper everywhere see in this whole world. Time different, day different, country different but the main theme is same everywhere and everything comes with multiple packet. Process it, process it and throw one, again Process it, process it and throw another. In this way go on and on tearing each and every cover , each and every wrapper. Know how the surface beauty is switching our view and our idea to the other place. see see beyond it.

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