चोर..

साइकलको घण्टी बजाउँदै
त्यो मान्छे
बिहान सखारै
मेरो सपनाको चोकमा आयो

घाम नपस्ने मेरो दैलोमा
फुत्त फ्याँक्यो
घामजस्तै उज्यालो समाचारपत्र
र सट्टामा चोरेर भाग्यो
भ्रुण सपना ।

चोर.. चोर.. चोर..
समात त्यसलाई ।

मेरा आफन्तीहरु खोजिरहे
समाचारपत्रमा समाचार ।

तपाईं किन्नुहुन्छ मेरा सपनाहरु ?

बजारमा अचेल किसिम किसिमका सपना बिक्रिमा छन । सबैका आफ्ना आफ्नै रङहरु छन, आफ्नै ढंगहरु छन ।

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दुई – एक

अलमलको जालो
मेरो पालो
वर्ष दुई
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I am sorry I took your time

My dear…
I am in duty hour right now but I am free enough to write you a letter and that’s what I am doing. I am feeling sleepy and my head is growing heavier every second. May be I am not caring about my health and working much harder but for nobodies sake.
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You n Me – Psycho(4)

म मन बेचेर जिन्दगीको तलाउ किन्दैछु
म रहर बेचेर आशाको नहर किन्दैछु
तिमी सपनाको छानु सिउन पराल खोज्दैछौ
म सपनाको महलको भाउ सोध्दैछु ।

Crowd and I

Reposting “CROWD AND I”

Hypnotized by the kajoling embrace of multitude, people assume crowd to be synonymous to life. There are numerous stories that need to be unfurled from within the crowd, stories that may not be related to every drop that makes up the ocean. Continue reading

Talking about dreams

Once again, I am talking about dreams.
I love to dream and I love to think about my dreams. When I was young, I used to dream a lot. Now I am a bit older and I have yet been dreaming. I don’t think I will stop dreaming. I wonder I will die dreaming not anything else but you. Continue reading