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त्यही चौतारोमा उनी कसैलाई कुरिराखेकी छिन…. शायद बर्षौदेखि, शताब्दीदेखि या फेरी जन्मौं जन्म देखि….उनलाई हेर्दा यही भान भयो….निश्चल, अविरल, अटुट उनि त्यस स्थानमा प्रतिक्ष्यारत छिन….उनका शरीरका स्वरुपहरु बदलिएका होलान….क्लिस्ट चम्किला उनका आवरण खुम्चिएका महसुस होला…तर उनको विश्वास, आधार अनि सहअस्तित्वको यात्रा निरन्तर उही गतिमा अघि बढदैछ…

बिहानको मिर्मिरे उज्यालोमा होस् या सन्ध्याकालिन झिसमिसे साँझमा दिनहुँ उनलाई केहि पल मन्त्रमुग्ध भइ नियाल्नु मेरो दिनचर्या नै बनेको थियो …. लाग्थ्यो केहि थियो उनीसंग, कुनै जादुमयी शीतल उर्जा….जो सदा मलाई उनितर्फ खिच्थ्यो…..यति मात्र कहाँ हो र? बेलुकीपख नीद्राको यात्रामा जानुपूर्व उनको बारेमा सोचेबिना निदाउन सक्तिनथे….. कहिलेकाहीं म आफुलाई प्रश्न गर्छु, कतै मलाई उनीसंग असीम प्रेम त भएको छैन ….मेरो झुकाब उनीप्रति बढ्दै थियो…..

यी सब चिजबाट अन्जान बेखबर उनि अझै पनि कसैको प्रतिक्षामा थिइन्…. पश्चिमतर्फ बहने शीतल हावाको वेगले फैलिएका केश राशिलाई केहि बेग्लै उडान दिन्थ्यो…..गगनतर्फ लक्षित आँखाले हर बन्धनबाट मुक्त भइ असिमित फैलिने उनको चाहको प्रतित गराउथ्यो…. जमिनसंग नतमस्तक भइ जोडिएको शरीरले जीवनप्रतिको कृतज्ञता इंगित गर्थ्यो….. क्षण-क्षणको सूक्ष्म बचाइले कालजयी विराट जीवनको जीवन्तताको झल्को दिन्थ्यो…..

म उनीप्रति अझै खिचिदै गएँ….या भनौं, मभित्र म कम उनि बढी समाहित भएकी छिन….या फेरी, अब म मेरो हैन केवल उनको भएको छु…. उनीबाट मतर्फ मोडिएको गहन शान्तिको पवित्रतालाई अझ धेरै समाहित गर्ने न साहस न त क्षमता नै मभित्र रह्यो….तप अनि जपले रापिएकि तेजस्वी उनीभन्दा म रुग्ण थिएँ….धर्मराउदै गएका पाइलालाई अडिग बनाउने कोशिश गर्दै म उनितर्फ मोडिए….प्रश्नका छालहरू मभित्र सल्बलाउदै थिएँ…..म प्रश्न गर्छु- को हौ तिमी? कसको प्रतिक्षामा छौ? किन कुरिराखेकी छौ? जसलाई तिमी कुरिराखेकी छौ के उसलाई तिम्रो खबर छ? के उ आउने पक्का छ? पक्का छ भने, कहिले आउछ? के उसले तिम्रो कदर गर्नेछ? को हो उ तिम्रो? इत्यादी इत्यादी….प्रश्नका भेलहरु मेरो मुखारबिन्दबाट उनितार्फ़ बग्न थाले….

निमेषभरको गहन सन्नाटाले मलाई उनीभित्र प्रवेश गरायो…बस् उनको मधुर वाणीले मलाई बर्तमानमा झकझक्याउछ…..उनि भन्छिन- तिम्रा कुनै पनि प्रश्नको उत्तर दिन म असमर्थ छु….उ मेरो हो या हैन मलाई थाहा छैन तर म पुरको पुरा उसको हुँ…र म यसरी उसकी भइसकेंकी अब कसैको हुने मेरो मनसाय छैन..म हरेक अपूर्णतालाइ चिरेर अस्तित्वगत पूर्णतामा विलिन भइसकेकी छु….

म फेरी प्रश्न गर्छु- किन सदा उस अन्जानको लागि यत्रो तपस्या, प्रेम अनि कृत्य गर्छौ? उनी पून: भन्छिन- म उसका लागि हैन प्रेमका लागि गर्छु…..उसको अनुपस्थितिको शुन्यता भित्र मैले मेरो जीवनको पूर्णता पाइसके…प्रेम कदापि पनि रित्तो हुन्न….यसले त रित्तो बनाएर पनि भरेर जान्छ… प्रेम पूराको पूरा दिनू हो…दिनुले नै यति सघन तृप्ति दिन्छ कि अरू कुनै चाहको या प्राप्तिको गुञ्जाइस नै रहन्न….

म हच्किएं…जुन शानले म उनलाई मेरी बन भनेर भन्न जान लागेको थिएँ त्यसमा शतत पूर्णविराम   लाग्यो… तर म यत्तिमै सीमित भईन…उनि मेरी नभए पनि म उनको सदा भैरहनेछु….जीवनपर्यन्त अमरत्वको लागि….

— सुस्मिता फुयाल

Uncertainty Of Life | A Must Read | Poem |

I am so depressed and I am so happy.
I am so proud and I am so ashamed.
I feel loved and I feel hollow.
I feel stressed and I feel relieved.
I work a lot and I don’t work at all.
I help people and I don’t help people at all.
I know people and I don’t know anyone at all.
I know everything about myself and I know nothing about myself.
I read a lot and yet I know nothing.

I have a script
I don’t have a script.
I am a train.
I have the railway tracks.
But they are broken.
My wheels are damaged and rusted.
I will reach the station.
I will not reach the station.
But, my train will ultimately reach the destination.

I have faith in God.
I don’t have faith in superstitious beliefs.
I respect sage, priest, Father, Lord, Allah, Monk, Ishwor and all
I don’t respect ego-centric beneficiary actions of them.
I trust in people.
I don’t trust their malice.

I am depressed and happy.
Depression is my past.
Depression is my present.
Depression is my future.
Depression is my regret.
Depression is my honor.
I will die depressed.
And I will die satisfied.

-Kuldeep Keshari

In A Shelter For My Lips | Poem |

In a shelter for my lips.
I am in a desire, a desire for having a shelter for my lips,
a desire to accompany my lips with hers, and in a desire to be a
procrastinator for her succulent lips.
The dramatic enjoyment
by pressing her hands,
the relief after that racy evening.


Andnalso, the solace from the laughs,
the argument for her existence in my life,
just clutching the jiff in the shelter of my lips along
with her succulent lip piled over mine.
Outside the scene nature showing her way,
taking leaves, crying of the flowers for
their frail buds but, we in sync with,
feeling the warm breath of
each other’s,
twisting tongues inside her mouth.


The mind saying to stop but we listening to our suffered heart.
We capture the moment of rapture till the moment we couldn’t
breathe,
the public staring at us but we, exploring deeper inside
our juicy lips.


From the remedy of that succulent thing,
we trying to remove the tittle of delicate from our suffered heart.
And then she leaves me putting me over my sky and letting me
fly over her alluring looks.
She left me with the feeling of her tongue.
But we reminiscing about the belch while exploring the
shelter but making it a success.


And after the cure of our heart, the alluring town offered me
that alluring girl for one more time and my heart with the brain
was again enjoyed with the title of delicate after the same
the moment I enter to the shelter of my lips with her succulent lips,
but this time nature showed its way inversely to the last timeand in that place aside the lake, I again started to explore the
succulent lips.


Oh, baby, I am reminiscing it by being in the heaven sitting aside
the gods and seeing you letting other explorer, explore shelter
of my lips.

— Sandesh Kayastha

| I Will Still Shine | A Satirical, Beautiful Poem |

You should’ve been born as a son
You are here to spoil your family’s reputation
You are a product of your mother’s misdone
I wish I had a son.

She’s a girl teach her how to cook
Do you want her in laws to be shook
Teach her the world is biased
She must learn to stay quiet

You are a girl, sit like a girl
You are so thin, eat something
You are so fat, go on a diet
Don’t you dare eat carbs
It’s only going to make you fat

Don’t wear your skirts up high
It should always be below your thighs
She is not even thin
And look at her showing so much skin

Wearing sorts , showing her thighs!
She definitely wants to be noticed by guys I
f she gets raped It’s not a matter of surprise!

You have so small chest
They aren’t the best.
Oh boy you’ve grown
you will have a hard time walking alone

She is so ugly
Neither her body is lovely.
She doesn’t even wear makeup
Ohh boy , she needs to buckle up.

She said being an actress is her aim
Comm’on she’s a girl she can’t handle the fame
Going to work should stop
Looking after your house , your family and your husband should be your only job.

Looking for a girl for my son
She must be a virgin or else she is not even an option
You’re not married and you have a baby
You have completely destroyed the reputation of your family.
You have only given them pain and tragedy

I heard that her husband cheated on her
It must be her fault , maybe she couldn’t fulfill his desire!
Jesus, She got a divorce
Her entire life is a remorse!

Shush! I don’t want any embarrassment
So what if you had to face harassment
The world is biased and violent
You need to stay silent

The world never fails to
make me feel like a prisoner in my own body
It seems like eradicating misogyny has never been this world’s priority!
The world doesn’t realize That victim blaming shouldn’t be normalized

It makes me sad
That the terror and agonize
I see in my mother’s eyes
When I’m home an hour late can only be alleviated !

Thousands to support his lies
None to hear her cries
None to help her rise
Thousands to shush her in his wrongs
None to help her fight for her rights

It’s a sad reality
That we live in a world
where a misogynist is praised
While a feminist is considered a disgrace

There hasn’t been a day when I’m not called nasty names
There hasn’t been a day when I haven’t ignored those whistles
I am tired of all the cat calls
When, when will the world stop treating us like a doll

I am tired of living in a world
Where the hands that join in front of a female god
Don’t tremble or stop
While hurting a girl.

I am forced to surrender
Only because of my gender
If this continues,
How will the world get any better

I am not born with fire
That can easily be put out
I will shout
For my rights , I will fight
Weather it is or isn’t ladylike !

The world is violent
But now we can’t remain silent
Enough is enough
The fight to support the rights has begun
Soon we will shine as bright as the sun
Even though we are surrounded by a typhoon
Soon, we all will shine as bright as the moon.

–Shreya Malla



MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL

Sitting in her room, facing the mirror
This feeling can’t get anymore queerer.
What she saw was not her reflection
But flaws that she’d began to question.

Why do I have such sunken eyes
Despite all that makeup she buys
How will she fix that crooked nose
The cracked up skin and on she goes.

On the wall, next to her flaws
Was an old memory of what she was.
A little girl with the sweetest smile
The happiest she’d been in a while.

When did the fear of snakes and rats
Turn into a fear of carbs and fats.
What made her mind change this way
Oh is it “what would people say?”

Told her she wouldn’t please their eyes
If she had bigger arms or thighs
Told her what’s the ideal size
Like a fool, she believed all those lies.

There she sat with her fists balled up
Whispered to herself, enough is enough.
Step aside and turn around
She won’t let the little girl down.

Washed down the pink and the paint
Down with it went the social restraint.
Her body is hers and hers only
She had herself, could never be lonely.

Once again, she faced the mirror
But this time, she could see it clearer.
Without the social obstructive screen,
The happy little kid aged thirteen.

–Poddar Shikha


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