~श्रवण मुकारुङ~
मालिक !
म यो गोरखा राज्यमा
अर्ढाई सय वर्षछि बौलाएँ ।
मेरो टाउको फनफनी घुमिरहेछ
जमिन आकाशतिर
आकाश जमिनतिर भइरहेछ
आँखा तिर्मिरतिर्मिर भएर
हजुरको शिर दसवटा देखिरहेछु
खोई मेरो पैताला कहाँनिर छ –
कहाँनिर छ बिसे नगर्ची –
मालिक ! बाँकी पढ्नुहोस्
~आरजु विष्ट “सल्यानी”~
दर्शन र सुदृष्टि भन्दा
वुद्धलाई देउता बनाए,
पत्थरको देउता बनाए,
…द्रष्टा, दर्शन भन्दा पनि
मात्र देउता र मूर्ति ।
अनि, बाँकी पढ्नुहोस्
~खप्तड बाबा~
विचार के हो ?
विचारमाथि विचार गर्नुभन्दा पहिले त यी प्रश्न नै उत्पन्न हुन्छन्– विचार के हो ? कहाँबाट उत्पन्न हुन्छ ? तथा विचारहरुको के प्रभाव पर्दछ ? विचारहरुमा कति शक्ति छ ? विचारको स्वरुप के हो ? के रङ्ग हो ? विचारहरुलाई बदल्ने उपाय के हो ? र त्यसबाट के लाभ हुन्छ ? वस्तुतः विचारहरुको विशेषरुप हुन्छ र रङ्ग पनि । यसै प्रकारले तिनमा जीवनशक्ति पनि हुन्छ ।विचार तत्व अदृश्य छ र चर्म–चक्षुद्वारा त्यो देख्न सकिँदैन, तापनि विचारहरुको उत्पत्ति परमाणुमय हुन्छ र ती परमाणु यति सूक्ष्म हुन्छन् भने तिनीहरुभन्दा सुक्ष्म र बेगवान् अन्य वस्तु संसारमा नै छैन । जुन वस्तु जति सूक्ष्म हुन्छ, त्यसको बल पनि उत्ति नै बढी हुन्छ । सबभन्दा सूक्ष्म हुनाको कारणले बिजुली आदि सारा वस्तुहरुभन्दा पनि विचारको नै बल बढी मानिएको छ । बाँकी पढ्नुहोस्
~धीरकुमार श्रेष्ठ~
वर्तमान लगातार साइरन बजिरहेको छ । सबैलाई लाइनअगाडिको खुला चउरमा हातहतियारसहित उपस्थित हुनाका लागि जनाउ दिइएको हो, यो ।
जो जुन अवस्थामा छन्, सोही अवस्थामा लाइनतिर दगुर्छन् । भात खाइरहेकाहरु थाल छाड्दै, नुहाइरहेकाहरु शरीरका साबुन नपखाली,
शौचालय गएकाहरु पूर्ण निवृत्त नभई लाइनतिर कुद्छन् । जतिसक्दो छिटो युनिफर्म लगाएर कोतघरतिर कुद्न हतारिएका छन् सबै । आआफ्ना
कम्ब्याटड्रेस लगाउँदालगाउँदै सबैका छाती ढक्क फुलेका छन् । सम्भावित त्रास सबैका आँखामा छन्, अनुहारमा मृत्युको भय टाँसिएको छ । कोही बाँकी पढ्नुहोस्
~ऋचा शर्मा तिवारी~
मेरो जीवनको हर खुशीहरुमा
जहर घोल्न नआउ तिमी ।
खुशी रहन चाहने मेरा रहरहरुमा
दर्दको आतंक फैलाउन नआउ तिमी ।
बाँकी पढ्नुहोस्
~डिग बहादुर तामांग~
कोहि हाकिम सारै राम्रा आखांमा राखेनी हुने
कोहि हाकमि सारै खराब बांदरे चुटेनी हुने ।
कोहि हाकिम सारै असल काम अति नै जान्ने
कोहि हाकिम सारै खराब काम अति नै चोरने ।
कोहि हाकिम सारै असल काम अति नै गर्ने
कोहि हाकिम सारै असल अरुलाई पनि मद्दत गर्ने । बाँकी पढ्नुहोस्
~राकेश कार्की~
खहरे मेरो यौवनमा
मायालु तिमी बगी आयौ
बिरह पोलेको यो मनमा
बादलु तिमी बनि छायौ बाँकी पढ्नुहोस्
~होमनाथ सुवेदी~
मान्छे थिए विविध वर्ग र वर्णताका,
मार्थे ल शोषण गरेर त दासताका,
भन्छौं सबै पतन भो पहिलो जमाना,
स्वातन्त्र्यता र समता अबको खजाना ।
बाँकी पढ्नुहोस्
~शिशिर शर्मा~
एकरात मैले अकस्मात सपना देखेँ
लम्पसार सुतेका लाशहरु
घारोका लागि काटेका बाँसहरु
जर्याकजुरुक उठे,
रगतसितै लत्पतिएका घाँसहरु
मनसितै गलेका आसहरु
उसैगरी उठे । बाँकी पढ्नुहोस्
~शिव प्रकाश~
मीठो फलको आश गरेर
रोपिएको बयर
न कहिल्यै ढकमक्क फूलेर
मगमग सुभाषित नै भयो ।
न कहिल्यै लटरम्म फलेर
त्यसले मीठो फल नै खुवायो ।
झण्डै अढाइसय वर्ष पुराने बयर
जति जति बुढो हुदैं आयो,
त्यति त्यति झाँगिन खोज्दै गयो । बाँकी पढ्नुहोस्
~राकेश कार्की~
खहरे हिंडदा हिंडदै झमक्क सांझ परेछ
हतार हतार पुगेछु दैलो ढप्कि सकेछ
बाटो बाटोमा तिम्रो पाईला खोजें
अश्रुको झरीले संभावना रुझे
धुनि तापि बसेका ए युगल जोडी
देखेनौ तिनीलाई सोंधे आश गरी
बाँकी पढ्नुहोस्
~दीपक जडित~
उनीहरुले जूनको गीत लेखेर गाएछन्
उज्यालो त उनलाई पनि चाहिएकै रहेछ
फरक मात्रै यती हो की
उनीहरु अझै जूनकै उज्यालोले
संसार हेर्न खोजीरहेछन्
अब जूनको भर नपर भन्छु म
जूनको उज्यालो तिम्रो आस्था हुन सक्दैन
हरेक पल्ट झैं जूनेलीलाई
फेरी औंशीको कालरात्रीले ढाकीदिनेछ । बाँकी पढ्नुहोस्
~शिव प्रकाश~
न त कुनै पर्वको अवसर नै छ
न त कुनै महोत्सव नै चलेको छ
तै पनि शुभकामना छ,
देशलाई शुभकामना छ
रावण “कौरव युद्धको दुन्दुभि
देशमा अहिले बज्न छाडेका जस्तो लागेको छ
बषौदेखि चलेको मारकाटका मोहत्सवबाट
देशलेअहिले राहत पाएको जस्तो लागेको छ
रामराज नआए पनि बाँकी पढ्नुहोस्
~Soham Dhakal~
If I remember correctly, as a child, the rumors about Murkuttae Bhut had been very frightening. Now that I think about it, it was a deep resentment that could not be explained. Oh yes, there were a lot of “Bhut” stories that would send me diving into my bed to be covered by the protective power of the blanket. But Murkuttae was a different story. I remember vividly the first time I had the courage to inquire about them. I had asked my grandmother.
” What is a Murkuttae Bhut?” Continue reading
~Prawin Adhikari~
Harihar tightly grasps the toes of his opposite legs as he sits patiently in the lotus position, waiting for Sangita to knead his head and tell if the pumpkin is ripe enough for her to take to the king’s ordained feast, but he is of a much darker complexion than his peers. There is a story about Harihar that nobody in Bhaluodar wants to discuss.
Although Prabhuji was only a peon in a government office, the groom’s entourage to his eldest daughter’s wedding returned very happy because they had been showered with lavishness much beyond their expectations. With his second daughter Prabhuji felt his resources strained, but he still made a valiant effort. For the first time in the village, he hired a sturdy tractor to escort a band of musicians in novel livery, and to transport all the way from Dumre a set of factory-made dowry furniture. “What need is there to keep showing our friends that we are comfortably provided?” his wife suggested for their third daughter’s wedding, insisting that the taste of feasts he had given for previous two marriages hadn’t yet washed off the tongues of the villagers and relatives. Although Prabhuji had to sell most of his wife’s jewels to buy a new set for his third daughter, he obliged like a dutiful father that he was. Continue reading
~Jayendra Pathak~
I can’t say what made me fall in love with this cafe. Everything is so intense, the colors, the taste, even the Rain not the filthy rain as that of my town. They say whatever you are looking for, you will find here. They say when you come to café d amor, you will understand love in a few minutes. The rest is got to be lived. The smell is the first thing that hits you promising everything in exchange for your soul. The food sounds, and almost certainly was quite disgusting, chosen to be exotic rather than delicious; some of the old menus had still survived. Continue reading
~Prawin Adhikari~
A child’s green shoe in the thorny shadows of a cactus hedge—wet, small, pitiably lonely without its pair—accused Janaki of slaughter. She crouched to hide from the world, but the wind caught her scent and blew it to the house where her husband laughed with his second wife. An angry afternoon sun boiled the sweat on her skin and the blood in her head, the veins in her eyes. The green shoe became a mortal enemy. Continue reading
~Soham Dhakal~
“You know, sometimes I wish that I could dissapear. Its not because I am running away from anything, its just that I want to vanish. Just because. There is actually no rational explanation. Well maybe because I get bored with everything. Or.. I don’t know.”
Conversations, yes they just start like this between us. I shouldn’t say always but at least the ones that I remember or the ones I choose to remember. Yes, we are people caught between cultures, caught between realities, caught between responsibilities and expectations. We are also confined within reason. So there is not much to complain here. Continue reading
~Manjari Himchuli~
I first noticed the itch when I was maybe nine or ten years old. I think I might have had contracted it from one of my good friends as I started experiencing it right after she won her first ever poetry contest. She had come first. My competitive spirit had awakened. And I got the itch to write. I tried to relieve it by penning down some of my patriotic sentiments in the form of a poem,’Kartabya'(responsibility). I had listed (according to the mind of a ten year old) all the responsibilities that a Continue reading
~Tenzin Tsundue~
I am a terrorist
I like to kill.
I have a horn,
two fangs
and a dragon fly tail. Continue reading
~Sagar Rijal~
When I leave
I will remember the peas
you planted on the yard and
the lone orange tree,
its leaves deep green
in the winter sun,
still too young to bear fruit.
Continue reading
~Sagar Rijal~
I don’t know where
the birds go to die.
I have never seen,
a crow or a sparrow fall down
in midflight. Not the hunted birds;
the free wheeling ones,
that die natural deaths. Continue reading
~Arun Budhathoki~
Music Never Stops
Bubbly faith floating profusely
Between flippant contemplation and wall of desire
Weaves majestic zenith-clouds; sparkling fire clout
Heartbeats, falling ashes defile sanity,
Coy traveller enrapture weak currents, Continue reading
~Chanky Shrestha ‘Avaya’~
They pierced here
with a solemn dusk
and murdered my dream at the moment
when I was exessively passionate to it Continue reading
~Shradha Mukhiya~
civilization.
the fragance of money,
closets and drive- ins,
the laser beams and wood,
sex of power,
constipated power freaks,
guns and peace prize,
psychoanalysis and depression,
moral codes with double standards, Continue reading
~Kunga Tshring~
Looking back
My life was like a chaotic kaleidescope
Everywhere I turned,
My Life seemed always bizzarre
My darkest hours seem so hillarous
My love life so mockfully null
Looking back Continue reading
~Prabal Thapa~
I came to refuge from a long way….
long long way that I would never anticipate to go back
Everythings have been already packed for ever…
there is nothing left behind
Except gruesome memories of haunted house
and the evil spirit… Continue reading
~Deepak Shrestha~
Faces, too many faces
Some I remember
Most I forgot
Some I love
Few I hate
But Faces Continue reading
~Deepak Shrestha~
I saw her
In Daffodils garden
With wings on her back
Like an Angel
I asked her
How are you
And She cried with pain
While gently holding her warm arms Continue reading
~Arati Yonjan~
Well, so many of them said
that I was not strong enough
to have and to hold the light of love.
I am not one of those
who seek their way through open doors
to save their lives from thinking their way out. Continue reading
~Arati Yonjan~
Thoughts, ideas
they are all like steam
if you harnessed them properly
they would turn into energy,
if you failed, Continue reading
~Padminee~
What is life worth
When your loved ones abuse you
Accuse you?
What is life worth
When your friend leaves you
Betrays you?
What is life worth Continue reading
