भर

कस्को पर्खाईमा छौ तिमी?
समय तिमीलाई पर्खिरहेछ |
संसार बदल्ने तिमी नै हौ ,
आउने जाने क्रम त भइरहेछ !

बाधा अड्चन त हुनेछन्, तर तिमिलाई याद होस ! तुफानलाई बाधाले रोक्दैन || सोचले अड्काउला निरन्तरतालाई? तर अठोटले सोचलाई जित्छ| लक्ष्य यति ठूलो बनाउँ कि? तिम्रो लक्ष्य सुन्दा अरुलाई डर लागोस् | सोच ,खोज ,लड, उठ ! संसारको निम्ति होइन, आफ्नो निम्ति | तिमी योद्धा हौ, बादल माथि सोचको पंख फिजाएर, कल्पनामा संसार निर्माण गर्ने प्राणी | हावाको बहावलाई चिरेर, सूर्यको तापलाई छेकेर, ब्रह्माण्डको शक्तिलाई आफूभित्र समेट्ने प्राणी | विचार र विश्वासको भरमा, संसारको भाग्य निर्माण गर्ने प्राण | भोको लक्ष्य, दृढ अठोट, गन्तव्य समक्ष छौं, तैपनि अलमल्ल? आँधीलाई चिरेर, पहाड पन्छाएर| तिमी धैर्य चोर,यही प्रकृतिसँग ! स्तब्धताबाट उपदेश निकाल्दै , शून्यताबाट भाव निकाल्दै , जोस घट्ला कहिले? पथ हराउला कहिले? आफैले धकल आफूलाई, आफ्नै भर गर अहिले ! जगतलाई जुन चमत्कार लाग्छ. तिमी त्यस्तो कार्य गर | बीर गाथाहरू,हुन्छन् जुन किताबमा, तिमी त्यसका कथाहरु भर |

"The People"

 

When I look at people,
I see the eyes .
The eyes,they never lie.
Frustrated swollen eyes ;
Sad dry eyes ;
Dreadful clam eyes ;
Happier small eyes ;

When I look at the people,
I observe that,
they see happiness through a smile.
they feel sadness through the face.
they consume sadness out through tears.
they live a moment through years.

When I look at the people,
Voidness is underjoyed.
Tranquility is neglected.
Stupidity is highly praised.
Life is merely a success.

Then,
When I look at the sky,
I see the clouds.
Far away, always wandering.
I see the stars.
Twinkling and overwhelming.
I see the birds.
Flying freely yet bounded .

When I look at the sky.
I feel tiny.
I feel I am nothing.
I feel this little life.
I feel me.

And, 

Now

When I look at the people.
I see 'the people'.

Pen ! Oh Pen .

 While tuning the tip of my pen,

I saw words flowing out of it.

deep words, simple words

hopeless words, intertwined words

words for you, words of me.

I was not trying too hard to move my hand.

it just outbrusted spontaneously.

just a bunch of words

so connected,

so constrained

to imply the feelings or not just feelings.

Here,

A cup of feelings originating from nowhere.

I wrote them down all.

Maybe

this is a misinterpretation!

Rather,

 I let the pen express its awareness

as it has now become a part of me.

Oh, I can

draw my imagination,

write the depth of my thoughts,

solve the curiosity,

jumble the bunch of words for rhymed whispering.

I can amazingly do them all.

Eventually,

I can relate with the pen.

ink gradually disappears

so the life we have.

some have broken tips, faded inks

and here with a broken heart, faded   soul

we are denying the truth.

Yet,

There is always a brighter side.

just like refilling the ink

can't we rejuvenate our life

with gratitude in this awesome world ??

And,

I love the faith between the pen and paper.

Consistently and smoothly flowing lines

constructing the essence of life as

poetry, art, and science.

I just love the faith.