Friday, November 23, 2012

Choice Is Ours To Make

Once upon a time, there was a happy tree. He enjoyed life as birds nesting there sang songs of love, hope and glory each day and entertained him. In their soothing melody, branches and leaves of the tree danced and grooved making a sound environment. Be it sunshine or rain, they were all joyous together. Such was the magic that anyone passing through the tree, felt heaven. 
One fine day as the birds were singing mellifluously, the leaves and the branches of the tree spread such glee that the air roaming around that very area hurled entirely towards the tree to experience the seventh heaven. But unfortunately, the air accelerated so swiftly that it ended up plucking one of the leaves from the tree. Seeing that, the birds stopped their tune and the tree got into the misery as one of the members was gone, forever. Comprehending the situation, the air apologized and  continued its duty to flow taking the detached leaf with it.
On the Other side, the leaf understood that his time was over. He saw his family in pain and same was the case in his side too. But he quickly managed to understand that going back was impossible for him. So all he thought to do was live the limited time he had. He had two choices to make; either live the remaining moment with all he had or  waste the time by crying over the inevitable .  In the end, he chose to live the remaining moment. He embraced what he had and enjoyed flowing with the air. For the first time in his life, he was so free that he could travel, he flew. He was not fixed at one place, he could see the different horizon, colorful fields, magnificent streams and varieties of trees. Obviously, he missed his family but to keep weeping remembering them was being foolish. So as he approached his last breath and descended from the sky, he remembered and sang the songs that the birds used to sing, he imagined the moves he made with his family and felt the pleasure within and with a smile he rested in peace. 
Same as the leaf, we (humans) experience the change far too many times. Often, it is not pleasant. Most of us do not want the change , we usually do not want our comfort zone to alter. But change is the only permanent thing we know. Either we want or not, we should experience it. So, instead of cursing the change, we should be wise enough to not waste the hidden opportunity. Every moment we get is a gift. We should be wise enough to spend it on things that matter. Simply dwelling on unhappy things is just a waste. In the above story, the detached leaf chose to spend his time on happy things rather than dwelling on unhappy things. It’s not what we have got; it’s what we do makes a difference. After all, Life is about choice. We can choose to be a victim or anything else we like to be. Smile 
Make it a GREAT day!


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

जब


जब ४३०० मिटरको उचाइमा यो मन तड्पिदिन्छ
जब बिछोडको पिंडाले मुस्कान कता हराइदिन्छ
जब रातको चकमन्नतामा भित्र भित्रै डाह भईदिन्छ
जब चिसो बतासले पुरै तन ठिन्गुराइदिन्छ
जब मायालुको न्यानो स्पर्शको तिर्सना बढिदिन्छ
जब चिसा मान्छेका चिसा वाक्यले घोचिदिन्छ
जब प्रियसीमा मिठा यादले पिरोलिदिन्छ
जब मोबाइलले ‘सम्पर्क हुन सकेन' भनिदिन्छ
जब कुण्ठित भावना मुटुको कुनामा थन्किदिन्छ
जब लोभ लाग्दो जुनेली रात पनि वाक्क लागिदिन्छ
तब यो मगजले बुझिदिन्छ,
कि तिमी बिना यो जिन्दगी कति अपुरो छ.. 



(गोसाईकुण्डको यात्राको क्रममा राति रचिएको लेख)

निद्रा कता गयो?



(अबेर सम्म निन्द्रा नलाग्दा)

रातको उमेर ढल्कदो छ

बिछ्यौना सपनीको निम्तो
दिई रहेको छ
ओड्नेले न्यानोपन दिँदो छ
तर खोइ निन्द्रा कता गयो?

एउटा कोल्टे अर्को कोल्टे
कहिले यता, कहिले उता पल्टें
आँखा चिम्म गरी पर्खी बसें
तर खोइ निद्रा कता गयो?

ट्वार् ट्वार् भ्यागुतो कराउँदो छ
मध्यरातको आगमनसंगै यो मन
डराउँदो छ..
भित्र भित्रै आश पलाउँदो छ
तर खोइ निद्रा कता गयो?

(यतिमा बिहानी हुन्छ)
चिरबिर चिरबिर चरा गीत गाउँदै छ
मानिसहरुको निद्रा हराउँदै छ
पूर्व तर्फ, रवि, लाली चडाउँदै छ
तर खोइ निद्रा कता गयो?

(खोइ! यिनै गोसाई-महादेव जानून्)

- लौरिबिना.. बुधबार.. राति.. १६ श्रावन २०६९
  (गोसाईकुण्ड यात्राको क्रममा शेर्पाको घरमा सुत्दा, निन्द्रा नलाग्दा)
Sleep-Remedies-

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

बिछडिएको प्रेम


कालो निशामा तारासंगै,
आउँछन् एक जोडी
नयन,
मलाई भेट्न भनि,
झुके-झुकेको
केही हिच्किचाएको
केही पश्चाताप
छल्किरहेको,
ती आँखा,
बोल्न खोज्छन्
केही शब्दहरु
अहँ!
वाक्य फुट्दैन
फुट्दछ त केवल
आँशुको बाँध
तप तप तप
अनि जान्छन् ती आँखा
केही नभनी...

तर आज सुन्दर सपनाझैं
आएकी छे ऊ
त्यही आँखा बोकी..
सल सल बग्ने कपाललाई
जब पवनले धकेल्छ
तब,
देख्दछु म उसलाई
प्रष्ट,
त्यो चाँदनी रातमा |
ठीक त्यस्तै,
जुन रात मैले उसलाई
भन्न सकिनँ
ती कुरा,जुन,
अझै मेरो मनमा गाडिएको छ
काँडा जस्तै...

मैले भन्न सकिनँ
“तिमी परको भविष्य
सोच्छ्यौ किन?
आउ मसंग हरेक पल
बिताउ,
यो चाँदनीमा रमाउ,
वर्तमानमा म छु,
तिमी छौ,
मेरो भरोसा गर
भविष्य हाम्रो बन्नेछ |
भोलि जे हुन्छ, एकसाथ हेरौंला
तिमी आजको चाँदनी बेवास्ता गरी
भोलिको सूर्य खोज्छ्यौ किन?
के पल-पल मिलेर
जिन्दगी बन्ने होइन र?”
हो, म मौन रहें,
तिमीले छोडेर जाँदा..

याद छ मलाई, तिम्रा
यी एक जोडी नयन
आँशुले भरिएका,
त्यो पवित्र ओठ
लुग लुग कांपेका
तिम्रा कोमल चाल
थुर्थुर थर्थराएका
तिम्रो हसिलो मुहार
एकदम मुर्झाएका..
ठीक यही अवस्थामा,
थियौ तिमी,
मलाई छोडेर जाँदा |
मानौं कसैको करले
छोडी जाँदै जस्तै...

अनि आज,
त्यही रुप लिई
मेरो सामु उभिएकी छौ
बिल्कुल निशब्द
बोल्नलाई न त तिमीसंग
शब्द छ,
न त मसंग बहाना..
तर, म बुझ्छु
तिम्रो आँखाको बेचैनी
तिम्रो मनको रहर
तिम्रो भित्री चहाना
त्यसैले म फैलाउँछु
आफ्नो हात
तिमीलाई आफ्नो छातीमा
टाँस्न
छुटिएको हाम्रो मायालाई
गाँस्न...
अनि आउँछौ तिमी
दौडेर,
अश्रुधारा बगाउँदै
ममा लिप्त हुन..
अनि, बडो हर्षसाथ, हामी
एकअर्कालाई मुसार्दै
संसार भुल्न पुग्छौं...

ठीक त्यसै बखत,
एउटा मिठो बास्ना
परबाट आउँछ,
पन्छी वृक्षबाट
मिलनको गीत गाउँछ..
रात्रीकालमा पनि
बाहिर बहार छाउँछ
मानौं प्रकृति खुसीले
गद्गद् छिन्
दुई प्रेमीको पुनर्मिलनमा..
अनि म झसङ्ग हुन्छु
कुनै सपनाबाट ब्युझिंदाझैं
र देख्छु,
न त त्यहाँ तिमी छौ
न त त्यो बहार नै
थियो त बस् मेरो उदास
आकृति अनि हराएको ‘म’
अविरल बग्दै गरेको
अश्रुधारा सहित.....

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

याद

मलाई थाहा छ
तिमीलाई मेरो याद आउँदैन
तिम्रो भित्री मनमा
मसंग बिताएका मिठा पलका
सम्झना कदापी छाउँदैन,
न त तिमीले त्यो
सुन्दर अतीत साँचेकी छौ
न त तिमी हाम्रो पुनर्मिलन हुने
आशमा बाँचेकी छौ ||

यदि,
साँच्चै तिमी म बिना न्यास्रीएकी भए
मेरो यादले सताएको भए,
जसरी समुद्रको पानी छाल बनी
तटमा आउन संघर्ष गरी रहन्छ,
ठीक त्यसरी नै,
तिमी म भएको ठाउँमा
आउन संघर्ष गर्थ्यौ |
तर, खेद छ तिमीलाई तिमी मौन रह्यौ.. ||

हो,
तिमी समुद्री छाल बनिनौ
किनभने तिमी नदीको पानी हौ
एकनास बस्न कहिल्यै जानिनौ
तिमी त बस् बगीरह्यौ
भाग्यले जता डोहोराह्यो त्यतै..
मात्र एकचोटी पनि टक्क अडिएर
किनारमा पर्खीरहेको मलाई हेरिनौ.. ||

तर,
जतिनै तिमी भागेपनि
जतिनै बगी रहेपनि
नदीको किनार त हुन्छ नै,
कुनै दिन मेरो श्वासले
तिमीलाई छुन्छ नै.. 
त्यैपनि तिमी बेवास्ता गर्छौ भने,
कुनै दिन नदी सागरमा मिसिन्छ नै
अनि त्यो दिन तिमी स्थिर हुनेछौ ||
ठीक त्यसै दिन,
म पनि हेर्नेछु 
कसरी तिमी भाग्दी रहिछौ..
तटमा बसेको मलाई
छाल बनी तिमी कसरी नभेटऔला?
अनि कसरी तिम्रो मानसपटलमा
हाम्रो मिठो अतित नआउला?
बस् त्यही दिनको प्रतिक्षा छ J ||

Monday, May 7, 2012

मदिरा

सानै छदाँ भन्नु हुन्थ्यो बाले
बाबु, खानु हुन्न मदिरा
आफ्नो गन्तब्य ठम्याएस्
बीचमा बाटो नबिरा |
मदिरा यस्तो चिज हो,
जति खायो उती लाग्छ नशा
पहिले रमाइलो लाग्ला तर,
पछी लाग्छ दशा ||

सुरुमा मान्छेले खान्छ यसलाई
पछी यसले मानिसलाई |
त्यसैले,
नखानु बाबु तैंले यो मन्द बिष
टाढा रहेस् यसबाट,
यही भो तलाईं मेरो आशिष ||

तर बुवा, 
समयले कोल्टे फेर्दै गयो,
पिउने पिलाउने त फेसनै भयो |
साना ठूला उत्सव मनाउँदा
वा कुनै चाड आउँदा
मदिरा त मानौं त्यहाको
अमृत नै भयो,
पिउने पिलाउने त बाबै
फेसन नै भयो ||

अनि,
यस्ता ठाउँमा
कुनै एउटा भलादमी आउँछ
मदिरा तिरै हात लम्काउँछ |
र यो समाजले पनि
व्हिस्की रम पिउनेलाई
उच्चकोटीमा राखे,
यो जमाना पनि नपिउनेलाई
भनिदिए पाखे..
बुवा,
हामी त पाखे पो भएछौं ||

हेर्नुस न बुवा के जमाना आयो,
मदिरा पिउनेले इज्जत मान सम्मान
आदि सबै पायो |
केही बोल्न सकिन्न यहाँ
उनीहरु बाघ रे हामी खरायो.. |
फेरी यी मदालसहरुको
मदालस नै साक्षी,
रमेका छन् यिनीहरु
हातमा गिलास लिई काखमा मदिराक्षी |
लौन बुवा, के जमाना आयो,
मान्छेको बोध कहाँ हरायो?

हिम्मत गरेर सोधें मैले
एउटा मध्यपायीलाई,
‘के पाउछौं तिमीले
आफैंलाई सिध्याई?’
पुलुक्क हेर्यो उसले
अनि उल्टै सोध्यो रिसले,
‘भाई, तिमी कहाँबाट आ’को,
जीवनको मज्जा तिमीले
खोइ थाहा पा’को?’

अनि उसले,
घुटुक्क पिउँदै भन्यो,
‘एकबारको जिन्दगी यो हेर
त्यतिकै नफाल खेर,
सबै कुरा थाहा हुनु पर्छ,
कति आनन्द दिन्छ यसले
एकपटक चाखेर त हेर..’

अब भन्नु बुवा,
मैले के भन्नु यी मधुमत्तलाई?
अनेक बहाना छन् यिनीहरुसंग
मदिरा सेवन गर्नलाई |
सबै कुराको अनुभव खोज्छन्,
आनन्द लिन शराब नै रोज्छन् |
भलादमीको बिल्ला भिर्छन्,
गल्ली-गल्ली दिउसै गिर्छन् ||

हरेक कुराको अनुभव खोज्ने भए
राम्रो कुरामा हात हाल,
जिन्दगीमा आनन्द रोज्ने भए
गरिब नाङ्गाका लागि आफ्नो कोट फुकाल |
अनि भन्नु,
हरेक कुरा अनुभव गरियो,
समाजको रुप फेरियो..
तिमीहरुको जांड खाने पैसाले
गरिबलाई भात खान पुग्छ..
आफु नशामा लठ्ठिन छोड,
सोध दरिद्रको पेट किन दुख्छ?

धन्य पिता तपाईं,
बेलैमा अर्ती दिनुभो मलाई..
केही गर्न नसके पनि मैले,
भात खाने पैसा रक्सीलाई खर्चेको छैन |
आफु बोक्रे भलादमी बन्न,
मदिराको अत्तर छर्केको छैन |
त्यसैले बुवा,
म अचेल त्यस्ता भलादमीको
पार्टीमा कमै जान्छु |
त्यस्ता बोक्रे भलादमी हुनुभन्दा जाती
आफु पाखे हुनुमै ठान्छु..
आफु पाखे हुनुमै ठान्छु.... ||






Saturday, May 5, 2012

We made love under a tree

We made love under a tree
crazy me and obsessed thee
Ah! holding each other so tight
at the peeking pale twilight.

Caressing you from the nose,
sliding way down to your toes;
I made the chills run down your skin
adoring your cute trembling chin.

Locking your soft lips with mine
I used my tongue to give you a sign.
Closing the eyes, you went with the flow
You ripped my pant off and dragged it low

Excited by your aggressive touch,
I slowly removed your clothes.
And when I undid your red bra
you drew me closer and said ‘aahh’

You smelled sweet like the fresh smiling flowers
And you were all mine for quite a few hours
Your rapid hot breathe lured me more and more
I bit your nipples; took our emotions to the core.



Delicately I went down and licked your clit,
that seemed to have aroused you a bit.
Then you scratched my back with your nail
I was happy to see my moves leaving a trail.

Thus, it was time to go for the ultimate bliss
So I pulled you closer and gave a passionate kiss
Gently I resided my hardness in you to quench our lust
Up and down I moved but tenderly at first

With each swift push, you moaned loud
by seeing  your amazing charm, I was wowed.
Time passed as we kept letting ourselves free
And this is how we made love under a tree. 

Thursday, May 3, 2012

भारी बर्सात र प्रियसीका यादहरु

चर्को ढोल बजाई
कालो रुप लिई
गगनले गर्यो
शिंहनाद,
ठूला भुमरी बनी
स्वाँस्वाँ र फ्वाँफ्वाँ गरी
बतासले आफैंलाई गर्यो
आजाद ||

कुरुक्षत्रको लडाईं जस्तो,
शान्त धर्तीमा मच्चियो
बबन्डर,
अनावर्षण पछीको गर्जन
थियो त्यो,
भारी बर्सात भयो
निरन्तर ||

ठीक त्यस्तै ढ्यांग्रो
यो मुटुमा नि गर्जियो..
आकाशमा बिजुली चम्किदा
मनको घाउ बल्झियो..
हुरीले सबथोक सोहोरेझैं
मनको कुनाबाट याद सोहोरियो..
बर्षौंदेखि भुलेका पलहरु
मानसपटलमा एकैसाथ दोहोरियो..

बर्सातका बाछिटाले जब
गर्यो गर्दनमा कोमल
स्पर्श,
प्रियसीका नरम हत्केलाको
झझल्को ले छायो एक
हर्ष |
तर,
टिकेन त्यो खुशी
खोइ कता बिलायो,
फेरी,
यो कोमल मनमा
किन प्रलय आयो ||

हावाका वेग नगिच आई,
कानमा गर्यो साउती..
अनि,
याद आए उसका वाणी,
त्यो तातो श्वास,
सम्झनामै लाग्यो मिठो
काउकुती ||

अनायशै याद आए ती पल,
हामी बर्सातमा खेलेको,
मायाको स्वप्न संसार बनाई,
हावामा ठेलेको..
संगै बिताएका ती पलहरु,
यो पानीले धोइदियो..
टाढा भएछौं हामी,
एकान्तमा यो मन रोइदियो ||

साथै रहने कसम खाएपनि
छुट्टिएछौं हामी,
कठै! यो कस्तो खेल?
बाहिरको बर्सात संगै
रोयो यो मन,
  बग्यो यी आँखाबाट भेल...
  बग्यो यी आँखाबाट भेल... || 

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Grievous Separation

A horrific thunderbolt
hit me right at my chest.
Oh! what an assault.
A hundred carafes of poison
or
the thousand rounds of bullets
would have hurt less
than the pain it caused
when
you abandoned me.

But,
I tried to deal with it.
‘Move on’,
I urged my inner me.
‘I am not a loser.
Quitting is never an option’,
I tried to pacify the anguish.
It did not aid.
The palpable twinge
troubled more;
aww! my delicate heart.

To sweep away the woe,
I pact with the booze.
Alas!
Every sip of the nasty tipple
ousted heavy flood
from my shuddering eyes.
I could tell you , love,
that was quite a sight.

Still the heart pounding,
the excruciating truth,
still unsolved.
I banged my liquor’s glass
in sheer dismay.
Sane enough to halt
the bleeding from the wound,
I searched the bandage.
Sadly, the wound was in heart,
Tissue would not help.


 - Bhaskar Dhakal


Saturday, February 11, 2012

Valentine’s Day Promise

This Valentine’s Day,
I will not promise you
the twinkling stars
or the dreamily shimmering
blue moon.
No, don’t get me wrong,
My love, But,
I will not promise all those
fantasies,
that I cannot really gift you.

But,
I will vow to love you
till the eternity
And make you realize
howspecial you are.
And you’ll crave for
no cloudland.
Because my love will be your
Only euphoria.
And I will promise you
Honesty, love, trust and happiness.

I will not promise you
the bed of roses only.
For I know every rose
comes with its thorn.
Life can be cruel at times
and I promise at those
harsh moments,
I will be the last person
to leave you alone.

What good are the big vows,
when one fails to bestow
even a simple smile?
What good are the big crystal moon
and the twinkling stars when
you have eclipse in your heart
and misery in your eyes?
Today, my dear,
the world has failed to realize
that happiness comes from within.

So sweetheart,
I will not promise you
only the happy days ahead.
For life is the blend of
ecstasy and agony.
But I will assure you that
in every strive,
you’ll find your hand
locked in mine
and together we will make
our future shine.

I will not promise
the expensive pillows
to make you sleep at night.
But I will guarantee that
my arms will be there
to hug you tight.
And, in my arms,
may your eyes shut
with utter pleasure
every single night…

Today,
I want you to know this,
that your smile is my
only Sunshine,
Your ever glowing face
is my full moon.
And, the ever fluttering
big glowing eyes are
my glittering stars..

My love, if today,
you catch my hand and
whisper in my heart
that you love me,
then,
I will need no particular day
as Valentine’s day
to love you and express myself.
Because with you beside me
every day will be my
special day.
Every day will be my Valentine’s day.
Every day I will love you.

I promise that.








Thursday, January 26, 2012

How can I still love you?

How can I love you
when you don’t love me?
Like everybody,
I am a human
And I have a heart,
a selfish heart
which wants me to be happy
So,
Is it possible to love you selflessly?
I don’t know….


Lying in the ground,
If I stare at the sky
and the merrily flickering
white clouds,
I think of you.
And, when the cloud flows
with the help of zephyr
forming your sketch
in the colossal blue canvas,
I adore the view
that leads me to you.


At the nights,
as the cricket sings outside,
I remember the cool autumn nights
when I used to sing
love songs for you.
My voice used to pierce
the soft part of your heart
and with teary eyes; you
used to kiss me at the
pale moon light.
Ah! My love,
that was my paradise.


And Now,
My heart shivers in pain
because it misses you,
your divine touch of
your lips on mine,
and the  warmth of
your soul.
My trembling body
rushes towards the window,
and I gaze the shimmering
stars and the glistening
moon.
Each reminds me of you.


But how can I keep on
loving you,
as the very crystal moon
and the gleaming  stars
never remind you of me?
How can I keep smiling
when you sketch the face
of some other person
but mine,
on that very lovely
moonshine.


For how long should I try
to be strong,
and
avert myself from
doing something wrong?
No matter, how selflessly
I did start,
I am finding it sore,
to hush
my egoistic heart..


If today I try
to run away,
this breeze with your
aroma
comes my way.
And,
reminds me of you,
Once again.
Once again, I
crave for your touch
and the tears will only fall
with the golden memories
of such.


I want you to know this,
If you decide to leave me
and keep me waiting for you
stranded all alone,
I may no longer be selfless.
My pounding heart may
break into million pieces
and, my love,
tell me how can I still love you
with that shattered heart?
I am not that strong……


Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Memories

Nothingness hovering, emptiness all around
but memories of you fill the life
you are not here, there is no sound
but your feelings within are rife

No perfume of your in the air
neither your laughter has rung
but I have always sensed you here
Enjoyed your thought like a sweet song

Your warm breath is no way near
But I can feel your affection within
Memories of you gift me a tear
And also the lovely sudden grin

It matters not how vacant is the place
or without you how my heart is pounding
Always in my mind you’ll spread the grace
Forever you will be the angel of my surrounding  
 

Thank You

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