Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

Monday, May 4, 2020

Bottle and the Hostel Girl

Bottle and the Hostel Girl

Addiction of tongue, addiction of eyes,
One who cant stop him, though he tries.
That causes his ruin that causes his fall,
Obviously bottle and the hostel girl.





Both have no fear : out of control,
Both exact the same seductive hole.
That fascinates men and makes them doll,
Obviously bottle and the hostel girl.

Seldom on head, mostly on feet,
Disgust, hatred and backbite a bit.
That makes ones life like a football,
Obviously bottle and the Hostel Girl.

Giggle of lion and tear of crocodile,
Comparing her love longer than the Nile.
Wine is poison, her eyes as fake pearl,
Obviously bottle and the hostel girl.

Bitter but sweet and sweet but bitter
Always out of touch but within a meter.
That sets forgetting own & forgetting all,
Obviously bottle and the hostel girl.

Former decays the soul, later breaks the heart,
Both seem elegant, but inside, full of dirt.
That causes ones ruin & causes ones fall,
Obviously bottle and the hostel girl.



Kalanki, Kathmandu,  1st Jan, 2010


Wednesday, April 29, 2020

अनुदित कविता

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, 
'The night is starry and 
the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.....
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यो साँझ म केही हृदयविदारक हरफहरु लेख्न सक्छु,
जस्तो कि 
चकमन्न रातमा दूर नील आकाशका 
नीला ताराहरु चल्मलाइरहेका छन् ।

रात्रीकालीन सिर्सिरे बतास आफ्नै गुञ्जनभित्रै 
सुस्ताइरहेको छ ,
यो साँझ म मन छुने हरफहरु लेख्न सक्छु, 
जस्तो कि 
मैले उनलाई चोखो प्रेम गरेँ 
र उनलेे पनि सायद गरिन् कुनै बेला ।
यस्तै रातहरुमध्ये एकरात 
असीमित खुला आकाशमुनि 
मैले उनलाई अंगालोमा टाँसेर 
लगातार चुम्बन गरिरहेँ... गरिरहेँ.....

उनले मलाई निर्धक्क माया गरिन्, 
मैले पनि झन् बढी,
उनका रिठ्ठा जस्ता लजालु नयनलाई 
कसैले पनि प्रेम नगरोस्, 
यो कसरी सम्भव थियो ?
त्यसैले उनी बिनाको अधुरो म 
यो साँझ मन छुने केही 
दुखान्त हरफहरु लेख्न सक्छु, 
म महशुस गर्नसक्छु तर व्यक्त गर्न सक्दिन 
उनलाई गुमाएको बिचरा म....

यो सन्नाटामय चिसो लामो रात 
उनीबिना झन् लम्बेतान बन्छ, 
मानौ एकनासले मेरो स्पन्दनमा 
कविताको झन्कार सुनिन्छ 
दुबोमाथि शीत टप्किए जस्तो ।

के फरक पर्ला र ! 
जब मेरो मायाले उनलाई साथ राख्न सकिन, 
रातसंग त ताराहरु छन् तर उनी छैनन् मसंग । 

यत्ति हो कि, दूर नेपथ्यमा 
कोही गुन्गुनाइरहेछ दूर नेपथ्यमा 
यद्यपि,
पटक्कै मान्दैन यो मन गुमाएँ उनीलाई ।

यी आँखाहरुले उनलाई हर्पल 
समीपमा खोज्छन्, 
मनै त हो चाहन्छ उनैलाई जो छैनन् निकटमा ।

यो रात उस्तै छ,
साक्षी छन् ती स्वेतवृक्षहरु, 
तथापि 
उस्तै रहेनौँ हामी यो पृथक कालखण्डमा ।

निसन्देह, 
उनलाई किमार्थ माया गर्दिन म 
र पनि सधै माया गरिरहन्छु.. 
किनकि, क्षणिक प्रेमको बिर्साइ अनन्त जो छ ।

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Tuesday, April 28, 2020

The HighWay

The Highway

Araniko Highway

Crowded & congested 
but lonely,
where no mercy is alive.
All breathe 
but all the dead.

Bright and glistening cars, 
elegant but contaminated.
Luring Restaurant : 
full of poisoned meal,
Crucially causing enormous bill.

Acclaiming of travellers  
& enlarging the pocket,
sinful highway 
still is proud, 
Opps !  destructive !

People lose lives in rapid,
People lose their 
dreams and aims.
The highway : 
crowded & congested but lonely...

Friday, January 27, 2017

Fairy in the Next Home

Oh god what a great great surprise,The one who smiles like that beautiful Sunrise.Full-Moon face, though rough & random,I see a very very pretty Fairy - in the next home...

Everything I see entirely elegant,
Yet, her sentiments are poignant.
Her blinking eyes are always awesome,
I see a very very pretty Fairy -
in the next home...

Finding​ no apt word to define her,
Saying her an Angel, I don't prefer.
No exaggeration, simply she's an ultraviolet spectrum,
I see a very very pretty Fairy -
in the next home...


Baishakh 2067,  Kalanki - KTM

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Life is that what it contains


LIFE IS THAT WHAT IT CONTAINS

The way I live is my own but sometimes I lose my way.
The way you live is your own and sometimes you lose your way.
Cause we dont live for own sake.
One dies in others cause & living one remorse.
All have different ways,  often the ways intersect.
When we meet at a point, new way of life begins.
Then we move together still a debate remains.
At another junction we separate again suffering the pain.
Where one is not defeated one cant gain.
Whether we meet again is not certain.
Anyway the journey persists, moreover new one pertains.
Bad or sad & ups or downs Life is that what it contains.
Pain or pleasure, Day or night : Life is that what it contains.


2067-11-26, Kalanki
Kathmandu


Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Everest On Her Chest

Everest On Her Chest

Rocky and hard way destination of far.
Fear of loneliness , she goes through the bar.
Thirst and hunger she forgets in haste,
Desires make Everest on her chest.
Lost in lust makes the sun cool cool.
Each breast of her is Elixir-Full.
Sweet kid away seizes all rest.
Desires make Everest on her chest
Directing dragging double tired feet.
Slowly she surges: hurried a bit.
For hope and future she does her best,
Desire makes Everest on her chest.
                        
                            (Dedicated to all the Mothers )

Kalanki, Kathmandu ~~  2067-04-02



Dream Miracle


Dream Miracle
                                                                                                                   
Miracle of the god, unseen girl and blind love.
Beyond the world where I find her chastity,
Devine heart with coocoo  voice.
The brightest star : radiant of her eyes.
Sweet breeze: her fragrant breath .
Oh…. Calm down my heart
I cant restrict such passion
Steps are ahead to grab it
Just a dream miracle.

Kalanki ,Kathmandu  ~~ 2066-08-08