Water was everywhere
Root-shoot
Where not?
Didn’t it nurture ?
Gave life
Gave Blood
Gave meaning
But then
Why’s the petal dry?
Arms of leaves stretched…..
Eyes of blossoms sparkling…
The love that’s swarming within..
Why doesn’t it come out and soak everything for good?
Why’s love failing me?
Cheers to the new beginning
Happy new year 2065..oops! 2066
Cheers to the new beginning!
But
Sometimes beginnings ain’t so simple
and sometimes goodbye’s the only way….
Goodbye 2065
take all the jealosy and selfishness and meanness with you
take away the fatigues,the lethargies,the scarcity
sweep away the hatred…..
welcome 2066
Bring the harmony,the integration, the peace of mind,
the little happiness that’s on my part
Let me wake up everymorning in your arms
with the tinglish hangover of the love
that reigns all night all over
Let life remain the same, crispy,wispy,syrupy
steal my loquacity,lemmi steal your reticence
Lets coincide
Let’s come together………!as 2066 steals in secretly
You never knew
that after you left I stayed
by the impression on the ground where you’d lain
I drew my hand
over the flattened grass and it was
as if I needed and cherished your absence more
than I needed and cherished you
-
(an extract from the poem SUSPENDED by Bruno K.Oijer from The Lost Words,translated from Swedish by Tom Geddes)
The meager sun
Makes you run
The shrunken hours
Sieze your powers
The vile chill
Kill it will
Hark! baby-bunting
Winter’s coming a-hunting……
Whenever the Path forked,
I opted for the darker one
And kindled myself,
With the quivering flame
I kept on melting away
Till the last cube of wax
But I saw you nowhere
Lo! The wind blew me away
हिजो
अफिसबाट निस्कदा,
आकाशको निलो,
धमिलिदै थियो
चतुर्दशीको जुन,
भर्खरै उत्रेको थियो आकाशमा
त्यही जुनलाई साक्षी मान्दै,
सुर्यको अन्तिम किरणले
गणेश हिमालको सिउँदोमा
एक धर्सो सिंदुर पोतिदियो,
त्यसपछी,
लाजले होला
रातको घुम्टोले काठमान्डुलाई ढाक्दै
चन्द्रागिरीको डाँडोबाट
सुर्य फुत्रुक्क ओर्ल्यो,
अनि फेरि,
आफ्नै आफ्नै गन्ध बोकेका
ताता ताता सासहरु
गन्तब्यमा पुग्न हतारिएका
अनेकन् सुस्केरा र उच्छवासहरु,
माइक्रो बसको ताल सधैं यस्तै हो
“सुहागरात है ये घुङघट उठारहा हुँ मै
तुझे जमी पर बुलाया गया है मेरे लिए”
त्यो धरती र आकाशको सुहागसाँझलाई
माइक्रोबसका गुरुजीले, यो गित बजाएर
मधुर बनाईदिए ,
एकघन्टापछि,
म सामाखुशी चोकमा उत्रदा,
अँध्यारो झन् गाढा भएको थियो,
दुर क्षितिजमा घरतीआकाश एकाकार थिए
र त्यो मिलनको साक्षी चतुर्दशीको जून
बहुत चम्किएर गएको थियो
जूनको मुन्तिर
मार्स र जुपिटर
लगभग ११० डीग्रीको कोण बनाएर
बसेका थिए; मानौं द्वारपालझै,
मफलरमा अड्केका आफ्ना सासहरुलाई
आफै सुंघ्दै, आफैं मदहोश हुँदै
केहिछिनको हिडाईंपछि घरपुग्दा
आकाशमा ताराहरुको बाढी लागेको थियो,
धरती र आकाशको बिहेपार्टीमा होला
“तिम्रो बिहेपार्टी चैं कहिले खुवाउने ?”
चतुर्दशीको जूनले मलाई जिस्काउँदै थियो
मोरो !!!!
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow
domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the
dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought
and action–
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
— Rabindranath Tagore
