Thursday, September 28, 2006

यसपालीको दशैं

यसपालीको दशैं,
१० बर्षपछि, घर फर्कदै,
संगसंगै,
यो शान्त हावा र उ

आंखामा तृष्णा
मनमा जिज्ञासा
दौतरीको पाईला

अझै मेटिएको छैन कि?

लोकतन्त्रको हावा
मैले भर्खर साटेर ल्याएको नोटमा
श्रीपेच बिनाको राजाको चित्र
ढोंगमात्रै हो कि?

Monday, September 18, 2006

चिसो कथा

जाउ बरु कहिं चिसो कथा लेख
म यहि छु, तारा केलाउदै
भेटिएला नभेटिएला त्यो,
यो मृगमरीचिका को दौड


त्यहि थियो हिजो
त्यो पथिक थाकेर
अलमल क्षितिजदेखि आसक्त
अनिश्चित गन्तब्य

तातो हावा
मेरो प्यास बुझाउला
तिम्रो बोली
मलाई बिझाउछ

पलपल यो मृगतृष्णा
झलझल यो सम्झना
म कता जाउं, के गरु
यसको उपसंहार के लखुं

Thursday, September 14, 2006

बुद्ध, तिम्रो पुजा त गर्छु!

बाँच्न मन लाग्छ
किनभने
हामी धेरै मर्छौ

हामी उज्यालो चाहन्छौ
किनकि
अंध्यारो हाम्रो गर्भे पृष्ठभूमि हो

हामी मुक्ति खोज्छौ
किनकि
हामी खुलामा बांधिएका छौं

हामी प्रेम चाहन्छौं
किनकि
घृणा मान्छेको कमजोरी हो

उद्धृत नै सही
हामी वर्तमानको शान्त स्पेस चाहन्छौं
किनकि
मानव-ईतिहास द्वन्दको पिरामिड हो

हामी निश्चिन्तता चाहन्छौं
किनकि
भविष्य स्वयम् अनिश्चित छ

हामी अनौपचारिकता चाहन्छौं
किनकि
औपचारिकता मान्छेको जीवनशैली हो

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यसैले बुध्द !
म तिम्रो पुजा त गर्छु
तर माफ गर !
तिम्रो अनुसरण गर्न सक्तिन।

राजेश्वर कार्की
“मेरो कविताको अन्तिम पृष्ठ” कविता संग्रहबाट साभार




Sunday, September 10, 2006

do i have a voice?

intermingled thoughts,
series of them,
thousands i feel;
thousands i conemplate

now and again,
dont ask me
about nothing!
i know nothing

Friday, September 08, 2006

Pre-Position

"a child sat on her mother's lap
under a poplar
in a park
a leaf sailed
across the air
and fell down lightly
on her curly hair
she picked it up
and held it in her and
a yellow leaf
dropping off to the ground
what is it, mum
a leaf my dear
l-e-a-f
yes, dear
a gust of wind blew the leaf away
a cloud covered
the sun's face up
there's a leaf on the tree
the child shouted in glee
o, she's showing off the new world
her mother thought
a young green leaf
flamed on the tree
though trees are bare
in cold december"
- Shreedhar Lohani

As cited in a book "Healing Thoughts on Tender Theory" by Arun Gupto.

I liked this poem very much. There are many interpretations and analysis of the poem but the poem itself is also too good.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

u lie, i smile

do u remember the dreams
i fear
it haunts me
when it becomes real sometimes.


do u want to say something
i hear
i dont understand
when u explain me the visible

u lie,
u pretend,
i see,
i smile

amazingly, i wander around
through my conscience; all over this ambiguity
still frozen in my pace
let it be