Tag: love

  • stay, alive in my head a little longer. stay, so that I may go on writing poems against forgetting. stay, so, I may keep on living fighting for surviving.

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    echoes of faded love.

  • जसलाई कहिल्यै घडीले देखाउँदैन, तर सँधै आकाशले नियालिरहन्छ। आकाश खुल्ला थियो– हावासँगको असमझदारी जारी थियो, त्यो मौन बगैंचामा स्मृतिको। उसको गुलाबी गालामा बादल बिसाएझैँ लाग्थ्यो, जहाँ सूर्य अस्ताउँदै थियो– तर सामान्य अस्त होइन– हाम्रो सम्बन्धको अन्तिम उज्यालो।

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    साँझको मौनता।

  • sunshine- in human form. knowing she exists, here. now. in this universe- somewhere, anywhere. too holy to touch, too human to forget. not to be held- to be known. and that knowing, softens me. my being. this joy- only a feeling, only for her being.

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    she is not here- but she is everywhere.

  • भिडको- एकान्तमा फक्रिएको मोहक उन्माद, एकनासको बेहोसीपछी देखा परेको, एक सुन्दर सपना। देख्न नसकिने तर ओठमै अल्झिएको एक अस्फुष्ट चित्कार सुर्यास्त पछिको अन्धकार जस्तै मनको एकान्तमा अझै केही उज्यालो बाँकी छ। मनभित्र- गुँड बनाउनेले किन होला बारम्बार खोज्ने उड्नलाई? आकाश अझै फाटेको छैन सपना भत्किँदै जान्छ- अर्धचन्द्रमा बनेर। केही चर्किने- कही भत्कने अर्ध- सपना, अर्ध-…

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    मौन प्रतिबिम्ब

  • we are here now, now, now. still fighting for becoming. time is- subjective sense of becoming We are only what we are. here, now- not what we were nanoseconds ago not what we were nanoseconds ago who gives a dam about ghosts from our pasts anymore? lets stop- being afraid of what’s here this ugly,…

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    note to self.

  • ज्ञात, अज्ञात सबै- मुखौटा जलाएर हात- फिँजाउदै भन्छु मेरो- पागलपन पनि तिमि अनि- आशा पनि तिमि। हरेक रहर- हरेक सपनाहरु रहरहरू- केही- कल्पना हरू बेरङी- केही- विपनाहरू बेतुकको- कल्पना बहुलठ्ठको पाहडको- त्यो सानो घर “जिन्जर क्याट, एन्ड ए पग।“

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    ए! तिमि।

  • ‘a fishermen knows- the sea is dangerous and the storm is terrible’, but that doesn’t – keep him ashore. it’s his hope: of chasing dreams- of loving the living- and the fight of becoming, that brings him back into the open sea, today, tomorrow and all the days after.

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    Muse

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