"......................."

They were four ..........................
decorated in red lipistic
I was running behind Turhikhel
the sight made me confused


Do you know the rumors of being "sale"
were defined as "......................."
were they objects ,crashed,eaten by male
after purchasing the time there

the silence ,the giggling
made me fearful
obstinate, lying on bed
dream or reality

the media never gave them excuse
the poverty ate them
they were made fake
torn by heart

Jagaran

The guys appeared
I was standing behind the fence
There was something pandal
decorated vividly
I was speechless and overwhelmed
The eyes were keen
the body were highly beautiful
It was she Ma Durga
It was she who gave me power
It was her jagaran and I love it



He was named " Naviji"
He had a groups
The guys with love
The bonding seems so charming
They were managed
The funds were made
The invitation were made


They came and took me
The fasting day made me tired
Still the power of music made me
overwhelmed and energetic
It was Ma Durga
It was mataki chowki
The love of crowd
The vividness of Hinduism
exists here


Love it
Worship it

The unity is unbelievable
from crowd to MLA
from slum to rich
is made united
made a mosaic
a collage
The colorful scenario
makes me barbaric
made me Dionysian

Love it
The lucky fellows were there
The unity of spirits
still exist there
with the sound
with the spiritualism
appeared there

D V Lottery and America

He filled the form dear
reached to America
a dreamland named
America



America,America
A land of dreams
Are you there dear
in America

Soniji said ?
Alwi ji Said
Puspa came
in America

The persuit of happiness
The death of salesman
all dealt with hi fi
in America

from Renata to Jain Fain
from Dv lottery to Amrita
everyone speaks out
about America

Still me here
carrying book
running to library
about America


Do you know there

the here is d v lottery  to reach America
to study in America
to reach America


The winner appeared there
with smiling face
as loosers were sad
to reach America 

EPS Korea

He came
She came
They came

The training and skills to go Korea
still have been his desire
I met him today


On the road
with a tail in head
he was looking rough

Sick,depressed
tiredness were his features
and I consoled him

He is in hope
will he be successful
are they truth


EPS korea
EPS Exam
Korean country

Love and Beloved

He was carrying something in his vehicle ,I stood there to observe ,it was a dog who was wounded .Oh I became closer to it .It was our own dog " Tommy ". I called him " Hey ,Tommy " ,it was on the way to Tinsukiya Road and we were coming from Nahaliya from a marriage ceremony .I had gone to marriage ceremony with my mother and other relatives and was returning on that time.

He was my own brother ,in the age of  ten  ,I was suprising to see his worries about the dog's wound ,he was worried about so much about the dog and my curiosity remained unfulfilled.It obvious we love animal but that kind of affection I never saw in life in anyone's face .It's the story of 1997 and now is 2013, I am sitting nearby him ,he is in search of love and hope he gets a true beloved like him.

I want to learn something

I want to learn something
out of the emptiness
the dark night
the torn books
the broken pencils
are still with me
still I want to learn something


The past has been engulfed myself
There is only lo
stness appeared here
The search of self remained a dream
As I lost in crowd of talented ones
As a dull person I never forget  to do so


The book are fake world
I could not move here now
I lost the rhyme here
The broken voice still with me
Still I try to learn something


The fake identities never leave me
Still I try to learn something
The existentialism could not change my thought
I remained a dull in the empty world
Still I try to fetch something
As I remain a failure there in the crowd.

I love you

I love you 
I love you
I love you
The words of love 
The touch you made
The feeling you created in my heart
are enough to say
I love you


The flowers you bring to me
The warm breath you let me feel
are the affections from the heart
makes me crazy of you
makes me think of you
makes me lost in you

There is nothing in myself
to express the moments of love
Neither I have earthly existence
The soul only remains here
As I am dead body here
still I say I love you

The big mouse still exists in my tomb
It scratches down to the earth 
The sounds it makes reminds of you
The thirst of being together
Still I say I love you
Still I feel I love you 

A story

A story is unwritten
which I tried to compile
compose the lines
out of the sayings

A story is written
about her rape
but she remains
victimized and un-addressed

She lost her life
being a prey to him
Her story covered media news
She remains unnoticed now

The voice which were raised for her
was made silent
was made thrashed out
only brutality got victory there

A story could not change the vision
to see her pureness of her heart
she remains timid in front
a story of failure could not made her able to live

Fever

The fever never leaves me alone
A fever of poverty
The fever of sickness
The fever of weakness
The fever of tensions
The fever never leaves me alone


The tensions are being my schedule
Are they life or me adopting the same
Day by day I am being intrusive dear
The fever of self  occupy me dear

Are the flower yearning  for me dear
Are the grassy roots yell at me dear
Do you know the thorns are still here
The fever of proper standing still fears me

Tears

Are they bubbles
are watery elements
which are carrying my hearts


Are the carrier
of the histories
which are seen and unseen
written and unwritten

Do they know the position
being in center and margin
the way of being explore
out of complexity

The exaggeration
inherent in the eyes
can carry same sort
of tears which I do

A street and her saying

This is the street of stories
She told me
She is going to marry now
Near Petrol Pump she decorated


Her each words I do remember
Nostalgic rain makes me compels
to think ,to sort out the sayings
she made,it was her saying

She gave me the eyes to see the street
Whatever is said is true,whatever is unsaid is also true
The story consists of multiple stories
And I was the witness


As an outsider
I got hypnotized
I got puzzled with the street
The then ideas overrule me

Fragments of stories

1



The rainy season of dasai,the coldness inherent in air,the sweetness of flowers,the smiles of relatives,the greeny pomgranate tree,the red tika on forhead and the delicious food made this dasai more favorable,more touchy and more interesting.



2.

She was born there

a handicapped lady

mental case 

but she was made hidden

and got married to a normal guy 

Her mother was a psyche 

it was told to me 

3.

Kasam Hindustan ki,the picture deals with the bravery of Indian group,where one officer and 5 girls were fighting for country.it also depicts values of poor ethnic group in Tamilnadu who live in forest .their marginal position is also made as a voice.

Son of Her Best Friend

He was a smart guy
an educated youth
She was the son of her best friend
A mysterious man like his mother


I used to wonder at home
He behaved very mysterious
which made me so eager
I was wondering about nature

The moments I shared with him
were really surprising
There was charmness in his youth
There is romanticism in his speech

Still mysterious nature and silence of them puzzles me
He is like " her best friend"
His familial members' descriptions make me wonder
A silent but mysterious man

He looked like " her best friend"
In shape,size,nature, look
I always compared them
"Her best friend " were near to him

They loved eachother so much
The love of mother hood were always strong
The benefit of "her best friend"
She cared him by heart


He never liked his friend
whom he called as " Rastrapati"
who was a hindrance to him
while making house as he demanded bribe
with the police he welcomed.

Her best friend

She was best friend to everyone
She spoke least
She was beautiful
She was short highted
with beautiful two daughters


She was a fat woman
who felt uneasy to walk
In a chair she sits
could not move for long hours


She was a wife to alean man
a mother to two sons
but still she was best friend
to " local f m " and  "Ram Ram "


She always describes about her friends
who were nearby her houses
they were her friends whom she knows
collecting histories of their private life


Her stories were the reasons for my perspectives
She was still living with her
She was mysterious but provided me stories
the stories which were surprising and interesting

The short heighten woman named " heroine"
was a lady who earn money illegally
by carrying the things from the owner
everything she could do she did,her best friend claimed

I as  listener admire her as " her best friend"
A silent lady with full of "knowledge"
who describes a lot of stories to related to her 

Water and shouting

She knows how to shout
She knows how to threat
She knows how to act
She knows how to pour water


Her best friend taught her to do so
She was favorite of her best friend
She was protected by her
Her best friend dealt with her


She was dauntless,she was merciless
She never felt any kindness
when you are sick
she can pour the water on you

The water was not water
it was a knife to the heart
which never left my mind

She shouted me badly
still my heart get shaken
still my mind get shaken
She shouts and threats me

A dog with his woman

It was he
who was owned by her
he was loved by her
He was her dog
greater to human being


Once a man was walking by it
told her to catch him
She and her son tried to snatch out him
Me as savior made the noise and saved him


 I remember her how she misbehaved him
I remember her how she shouted him
Her old wrinkled face with anger
never made me peaceful

A dog with her woman
made me angry dear
I made the noise
to overcome it dear

Her best friend always told me
she was jealous of her house
which she made and got higher rent
her best friend told me this dear.

Ram Ram

She was "ram ram "
 people respected her
her best friend called her " fraud"

Her best friend always told me
her history of making home
she was given sixteen hundred rupees
to buy the house


She delibrately earn a fame
her best friend called her " fraud"
Was she fraud in reality
to earn a lot


" Ram Ram" were her slogans
  was she really spiritually good
 she never treated me wrong
her best friend called her "fraud"

Local FM

We called her local her local Fm
she was in the sense
A reporter for the street
though in age late sixties

A tall women ,widow
with lean body
she was there the witness
but always tortured me


With three girls
and one son
she wanted to rule me
Knowing  my problems



Her best friend said so
Her daughter said so
Oh,Local Fm
you are the thief

Her best friend says so
Her son says so
you are the sinner
you are the ruiner


Your best friend says you
murder of your husband
who was a drunkyard
she says you killed her in deep sleep

Oh local Fm
your mental child
never let me be happy
your best friend says
you are outcousted in her home

My Tiredness

I am tired

to write 

to speak

to see

Do you know Sam

The moments I try to catch 

are failed 

as you are lying there on the floor 

with balls and gelpens I provided you

See the computer never me

It's a machined ruling me

the mobile also controls me

in the moments I remains stirred.

The pain in my leg

never made me feel fresh

The pain in my country 

never let us to be happy

The instability ,the corruption

the slogans are making me tired

I am in search of rest and 

the fake voices of humanity are shown here

I am tired

living the life of humanity

as inhumanity has been ruling in society

as a woman is beaten 

in the name of "caste "

and thrown badly in the area

I am tired 

against the cruelty 

the brutality 

exists around the scenerio.

My tiredness is my feature dear

I am tired ,I am tired.

Facebook

Oh my God
Oh my beloved
you remain my heart
as your existence made me
to live

Your songs which were hired
your games which were kept
are still my aims
are still my energy


Every day ,every moment
you make me fool
I  " manuwa"
remains chaste
a devotee
even political instability
could not me weak
as you are with me


I am standing near the canteens of University
The theories are heard here
still you are with me dear
inside the class,inside the office
you are the god ,you are the society I live dear


Kusma bridge couldnot called me dear
I observed it by facebook
somebody stood there
by catching snaps
your are my legends
the stories,the poems,the pictures
makes a colerage dear


Oh facebook
you are mosaic
breaking the boundaries of nationality
breaking the boundaries of margin and centre
breaking the boundaries of temporal and spatial


You are television for poor
who are working in field
as wage -worker they never forget to carry the mobile
to observe your songs of social connectedness


You are the area of fashion show
for the rich who consists the dress and ornaments
Everyone look belinda now
standing in the waste of land
I love it ,I love it,
Oh facebook

It's me dear

I am fool
a born ,mad and ruined
walked inside schools
ran in colleges
inside the university

Do you my foolishness
has been a feature of me
a monkey ,an ass has been
my existence


The theory of Sophocles
The story of Anton Chekov
The biography of Gandhi
The statue of Liberty
were remained a vast mystery to me


The war,the instability in politics never
could me aware any day
the poem I try to write
the way I compose reminds my failure


There are no meanings
No definitions are stored with me
It's me dear ,a fool
as monkey stand behind the tree

I pluck out the flowers
carries the burden of ignorance
the legends of  Beowulf never made me
aware of him


I fool always ran after the stories of Saptahik
The streets of Thamel never made me interested towards
As street monkeys
I jumped in to hell of ignorance
The south extension
Sarojini Nagar Market
could not save me


The hawra bridge
the tall Dharhara
the babylon garden
everything made me
more deviated towards
the hell
the darkness

My Death

My death

reminds me 

how I got lost

between the tensions

I had here full life

Running for bread

Worrying about family

I never got a chance 

to understand you dear

You me is the salesman 

and my death reminds

death of sales man 

as Aurthur Miller says

Or Will Smith wants 

copy my existence 

in his own portay as in 

Persuit of Happiness

Have you understood me

Have you valued me

I am the lost one

unemployed youth

with the burden of "loss "

My death is a fake

like my valueless life

suicide has been my theme

my motto of life

as it gave me the freedom 

from life.

Othello

Oh Othello
Do you remember  me
It's me Desdemona
Your love your existence
Your love made me immortal dear


The play of Iago ruined my love
The Dedication I had for you
were meant valueless ,charmless
loveless ,merciless
Did not you feel little tense
When I lost my life


The story of Hir Rajha never made me sad
Loving you I remained so satisfied
Even the song of Titanic made me
Compelled to touch the sweetness the air
The sweetness of dark ness oceans stands
singing the song of love
Do you miss me

The Prodigal Son

The Prodigal Son 
and Luke
my love 
my existence makes
me aware of it




Oh Luke
Do you know
me also like younger one
running here and went there 
with no destination
with no aim
just got awaken as 
Sociology wanted me to understand the society






In and between theory of university
in mid of election as Dashain Navami welcomes here
I wanna to ask you Luke 
Can political stability of Nepal be stopped
Will be there peace
Are we are being  the prodigal son 
and our land a waste
where political play never leaves us in peace









The disputes of being innocence 
the dispute to get the posts 
the resignation 
the miking
the pamphalate
the notice
will prodigal son will return 
will be there unity there in them


Let's sing 
a song of unification
a voice of cultural intolarance
Let's make the society united 
with the voice humanity 
where prodigal son 
 never remains a fake.