Home

As you come home from your work, 
all tired, 
and you smile at me
realizing that you are home, 
you look beautiful.

And when you reach for me, 
and hug me
like we have been parted for years, 
nothing seems more beautiful. 

Your warmth,
your aroma, 
your soft silky hair, 
and the taste of your lips, 
makes me realize that 
I am finally home too. 

Without your dulcet voice, 
without you being there, 
home does not feel like home. 
Your laughter, 
the sound of your anklets, 
you calling me 'baby', 
your fragrance, 
your presence, 
is my home. 

With you beside me, 
as we gaze into the night sky,

counting stars, 
I realize
"Eternity was never too short before this."

Will you still be mine?

Five years from now,
you will be a lady.
You will marry:
not only the man
but his family,
his misery n ecstasy,
his flaws and his perfection.
You will build patience
and devotion.
Each day,
you shall be radiant
and you shall shine.
But will you still be mine?

Fifteen years from now,
you will be a mother.
You will have a couple of kids.
You will learn to:
compromise and sacrifice.
You will be softer, kinder and stronger.
And you will also try to be harder.
Happiness will no longer be abstract.
You will be complete
and you shall look more divine.
But sweetheart, will you still be mine?

Thirty years from now,
you will have lived an era.
You will be wise and insightful.
Your children will look at you
and be inspired.
You will remember your parents
and smile a little inside.
You will have wrinkles
plus your hair will turn grey.
Those signs of ageing
will never matter, hey.
Because by then,
You will have achieved everything
and the whole world will be thine.
But love, will you still be mine?

Forty years from now,
you will have grandchildren by your side.
You will realize that heaven
is not somewhere in the sky.
You will look at those kids and
thank the almighty
for the years that passed by.
You will have nothing to regret
and every moment you'll feel satisfied.
Kids, grand kids, laughter n love
will be your ultimate wealth
and your cloud nine.
But my dear, will you still be mine?

Keeping My City Clean

As a kid, I used to throw the waste anywhere I liked. Whenever I had packaged foods, all I did was eat them and throw the wrappers like I was launching some kind of spaceships. I was not taught to not throw the garbage anywhere I liked or if I was taught to throw them in the dustbins/containers, I was not taught what to do if I do not find the container when I needed to throw the waste. And when I did not find any containers, boom, all I did was launch them like a rocket or tried to bend them like Beckham. And celebrated like I just won the world cup. 

One day, as I was strolling around with my brother (who is a environmentalist by profession and studies), he objected my self proclaimed heroics to become David Beckham. He taught me to not throw the wastage in the streets. He taught me how I was making my city dirty. And when I told him that there were no bins around to dispose them, he urged me to simply put the waste in my pocket or in the bag and throw them at the bin once I reached home. He not only taught me to do so, but followed his own words. Not many people do what they say (teach). My brother did. Action speaks louder than words. He led by example and I was moved. 

From that day, I have followed what my brother taught me. I am now habituated to put the waste either in my pocket or my bag. Sometimes I come home with bagful of waste that my mother gets more reason to shout at me. 'Please find the containers before you come home. All you do is turn our place into a container of the city.' She does not like how I increase her work. Let's have a little candid confession here. "We all become a tad lazy if we have mothers who do our works." But her rage subsequently flees when I pour honeyed words to her by saying that she is solely cleaning the whole city with her efforts. :) 

Today I urge my friends, juniors and seniors, to not throw the waste in the streets. Just learning a good thing is not enough. One should put that in practice and start influencing others. I did the same. My friends are now concerned about the cleanliness of the city. And they have managed to influence their juniors and friends. My nephews, nieces and my juniors do not throw anything in the streets in my presence, today. Maybe they fear me. But one day, they will mature and finally understand the real reason behind it and do it willingly rather than fearfully. Like today, I have understood that my brother did not throw stuffs at the street not just because he is a student of environment science but because he is a good man. 

It's time we take some responsibility in cleaning our city. Instead of blaming the government alone, why not change our attitude? Let's influence others to make our surroundings clean.  Our future generations will learn from us. What we do today will be followed by them tomorrow. If we make a habit of not throwing wastes heedlessly, our future generations will learn the same and the opposite is equally true. Our neighbouring nation, India, (led by Narendra Modi, their prime minister) has recently initiated 'Swachch Bharat Abhiyan' (Clean India Campaign) to make the country clean. Why don't we learn from our neighbours? Obviously we can start on our own by changing our attitude (with or without the help from our Government). Raise some funds within each community to buy containers and place them where necessary (suitable). Just make it a point to pick up and throw one piece of thrash you see on the street into the dustbin everyday. If everyone does this, we will have clean surroundings in no time. 

I somewhere read this: 

Stop whining, 'It wasn't me who littered.' Start boasting, 'It was me who cleaned it.' :)

के रमाइलो छ र दशैं??

के रमाइलो छ र दशैं? काठमाडौँमै जन्म भयो, यहीं हुर्किएँ | न त अरुझैं गाउँ जाने भनेर रमाउन सकिन्छ | केटा-केटी रहिएन, नयाँ लुगाको आशमा दशैं कुरिन्न, चाहिएको बेला किनिएकै छ | 'चिची' खान पनि दशैं कुर्न पर्दैन; अझ आफुँ त शाकाहारी, त्यो प्रलोवनमा पर्ने कुरै भएन | बच्चा जस्तो चंगा उडाउने, लंगुर्बुर्जा खेल्ने चलन अहिले त्यति छैन | अहिलेका बच्चा, कम्प्युटर र फोनमै ब्यस्त | तास खेल्न नि दशैं तिहार कुर्न परेन | मान्छे भेला भयो कि तास खेलेर 'टाइम पास' गरिन्छ |

अहिलेका जस्तो बस्ति कहाँ थियो र ऊ बेला, खुल्ला ठाउँमा लिंगे पिंग हाल्थे, अहिले त पिंग कहाँ हाल्या छन् भन्दा पनि, खुल्ला ठाउँ कहाँ छ खोज्नु पर्ने | टीकाको दिन, टन्न दक्षिणा कमाइने प्रलोभनमा भए पनि मामाघर कहिले पुगौं जस्तो हुन्थ्यो | अहिले त्यो हर्ष पनि रहेन | फेरी अचेल त टीका थापेर ठूला-बडाको आशिर्वाद भन्दा पनि बढी 'व्यङ्ग्य' पाईन्छ | मोटो मानिस हो भने, 'ल चाडैं जिउ घटोस्' भन्ने आशिष, आशिष नभई व्यंग्य हो | त्यस्तै पातलो मानिस छ भने त्यै किसिमको आशिष आउँछ | कपाल/दारी लामो भए त्यसमा व्यंग्य, कपाल झरेको भए त्यसमा व्यंग्य, काले भएको छ भने त्यसमा व्यंग्य, जता त्यतै व्यंग्य |

पढाई, जागिर, तलब, पेशा, आदि सबको एकैचोटी बेलिबिस्तार लाउदै हिड्नु पर्ने जता-ततै | चाडवाडको बेला वर्ष भरीको दुख भुलेर रम्न खोज्ने हो भने दशैं त्यो चाड होइन | पढाई, जागिर, तलब, पेशा, आदिको मार-को घाउँ फेरी आलो भइदिन्छ | त्यसैले टीका लगाउनु अगाडी, को मान्छेलाई के उत्तर दिने भनेर पूर्व तयारी आवश्यक भइसक्यो | आशिर्वाद होइन, आलोचना खेप्न गएको जस्तो भान हुने |

२४-२५ वर्षको होऊ, बिहेको कुराले जबरजस्ती पेल्ने | रमाइलो एक ठाउँमा छ, तर १-२ पटकको जोकले हसाउन सक्छ, तर त्यो अत्ति भए मगजलाई भारी पर्छ | विवाह आफुँ तयार भए पछी गर्ने हो, अरु तयार भएपछी होइन | जिवन जिउने आफुले हो, अरुले त पासो बाँधी दिएर सित्तैको भोज खाएर हिड्छन् | 'लौ भोग दुख एक्लै' भनेझैं गरी | आफुँ तयार भएर गरेको विहेको बन्धनलाई 'लगन-गाँठो' भनिन्छ, तयार नभई गरेको लाई 'गल-पासो' | यदि रमाइलोको लागि विवाह प्रसङ्ग झिक्या हो भने माफ गर्नु होला, बिहेको जोक पाच्य छैन |

धेरै बुढा भएका हजुरआमा-हजुरबुवाहरु बाट राम्रा आशिक अझै आउन छोडेको छैन | 'बाबु-नानि तिमी जे गर्दै छौ, अझ उन्नति होस् प्रगति होस्, धेरै असल मान्छे बनेस्' भन्ने जस्ता आशिषले अझै मन जित्छन् | 'राम्रो जोइ/पोइ, गर्लफ्रेन/ब्वाईफ्रेन पाएस, यति कमाएस्, उति कमाएस्' भनेर दिइने अहिलेको आधुनिक आशिष 'रमाइलोको लागि' दिइए पनि त्यस्तो आशिष लिन गएको भने होइन | आशिषमा वजन होस् अनि पो निधार निहुराउदै जान फेरी प्रेरणा मिल्छ | ठूला-प्रति केही आदर मान सम्मान भएर नै आशिष थाप्न गएका हौं | रमाइलोको नाममा 'टीका' जस्तो दिनको महत्व नघटोस् |

दशैंमा मौसम रमाइलो हुन्छ, बच्चा बेला जस्तो रमाइलो नहुने अनि आशिष पनि 'वाइयात' आउने क्रम बढ्न थाल्यो भने, अर्को पालि देखि हाम्रो मनोरम देश १५ दिन जति लाई बिन्दास घुम्न जाँदा धेरै फाईदा देख्छु म | दशैंको खर्चले मस्त घुम्न पुग्छ, दशैंको बिदा पनि सही उपयोग हुन्छ | ठाउँमा-ठाउँमा मनाइने दशैं मैले देखेको/भोगेको दशैं भन्दा पृथक छ कि? देश भ्रमण गरी अरुको दशैं देखेर फेरी दशैं सँग माया बस्छ कि? त्यो सोच्न योग्य विषय हो |

(यो लेख, fiction होइन.. न त, म आफैंले भोगेको सत्य कहानी हो.. तर यो कसैको कहानी हो, सत्य कहानी.. तपाईंसँग मिल्न गएमा कृपया आफ्नो त्रुटी सच्याउन अनुरोध गर्दछु | धन्यवाद )
(दशैं प्रतिको दृष्टिकोण यो मेरो आफ्नो उमेरवर्गका साथीहरुसँग बढी मिल्न सक्छ, दशैं अरु उमेर वर्गका मानिसलाई भिन्न तरिकाले दशा लाग्न सक्ला/नसक्ला यो उहाँहरुको विचार हो |)

हामी सबैको दशैं सुभ रहोस्.. बडा दशैंको हार्दिक मंगलमय शुभकामना 

एकादेशमा

एकादेशमा,
"दयाको सागर"
श्रीरामले,
रावणले भगाई लगेको,

आफ्नी 'प्राण-प्यारी' पतिव्रता पत्नी,  

सीतालाई समेत,
अग्निको परीक्षा दिन लगाए,
'पवित्रता' को...

एकादेशमा,
"देवादि-देव महादेव" ले,
"परम सुन्दरी" पार्वतीलाई
कैलाशमा एक्लै छोडी,
श्लेषमान्तक वनमा,
किराँत रुप धारण गरी,
किराँतिनी सँग,
पार्वतीलाई नै 'बिर्सिएर" रहे |
पछी, त्यो किराँतिनी,
पार्वती नै हो भन्ने जानी,
'कुलेलम" ठोके..

तिनै "भक्तवत्सल" शिव-ले,
आफ्नी "परमभक्त" वृन्दाको,
"पति-व्रता धर्म" हरण गर्न,
"करुणामयी" श्रीहरि विष्णुलाई,
पठाई,
छल-कपटले जालन्धरसँगको,
युद्ध जिते |
"लक्ष्मी-पति विष्णु" ले पनि
अर्काको स्त्री प्रतिको छल,
ढुंगा, घाँस, झार, वृक्ष
भई सहन पर्यो |

एकादेशमा,
'प्रेमको प्रतिक' 

भगवान श्रीकृष्णले,
राधालाई यति 'प्रेम' गरे
कि,
उनीले हरेक स्त्रीमा 'राधा' देखे,
र
१६१०८ गोपिनीहरु सँग,
'शारीरिक प्रेम' गरे |

र आज,
म जब जब मन्दिर जान्छु,
म देख्छु,
थुप्रै युवतीहरुको भींड,
जप्दै छन् महादेव,
कृष्ण, विष्णु, रामको,
नाम |

'प्रभुको लीला अप्रम्पार छ' |

     

चन्द्रमा

म सुन्छु, 

एक  प्रेमी 

आफ्नो प्रियसीसँग, 

अँगालोमा बेरिई, 

एकको ढुकढुकी 

अर्कोले महसुस गर्दै, 

भन्छ,

'प्रिया, तिमी चन्द्रमा जस्ती छौ |'

अनि त्यहाँ, 

जोडिन्छन् ओठमा ओठ,

केटी लाजले भुतुक्कै हुन्छे, 

तर त्यो लाजले उसलाई उत्ताउलो पार्छ,

र अझ समीप हुन्छे |

सामिप्यताले जब कुनै सिमा जान्दैन, 

दुई शरीर जब एक हुन लालायित हुन्छन्,  

अनि रन्को मार्छन्, 

तब समर्पण गर्छे ऊ, 

आफ्नो सारा, उसको प्रेमीलाई..

र फूल्न पुग्छ, त्यहाँ, 

प्रेमको सुन्दर फूल.. 

अनि म हेर्छु, 

त्यो चन्द्रमालाई, 

जससँग त्यो प्रेमीले 

आफ्नी प्रेमिकालाई, 

दाँजेको थियो | 

र म देख्छु, 

एउटा उदास चेहरा,

एउटी उदास युवती, 

सेतो धोतीमा बेरिएकी,

कल-कलाउँदो यौवनमै, 

विधवा भएकी, 

एउटी फक्रन नसकेकी कोपिला..

उसलाई हेर्दा लाग्छ, 

उसका रङ्ग उसमा भरिन नपाउंदै, 

कतै उडेको थियो | 

ऊ रंगीन हुन चाहन्न, 

या त रंगीन हुनै सक्दिन,

समाजको डरले | 

कलकलाउँदो उमेरमा 'उसको' 

पतिको देहान्त हुँदा, 

उसलाई लोग्ने टोकुवा भनियो | 

आज ऊ, 

समाजको 'कर र डर' भित्र च्यापिएर, 

लाचार बनेकी छे | 

त्यो कालो धब्बा, उसमा, 

समाजले पोतिदिएको हो | 

त्यसैले ऊ आफुँमा रंग भर्न सक्दिन.. 

कहिले, 

ऊ भित्र आशा पलाएर आउँछ,

र हरेक दिन ऊ, 

सूर्यको रंगिन किरण उधारोमा लिन्छे, 

अनि पोत्न खोज्छे आँफैलाई, 

लाली चढाउन खोज्छे आँफुमा, 

सपना देख्ने जमर्को गर्छे, 

तर अफसोच, 

ती रंग आफुँमा भर्न सक्दिन, 

ओढ्न सक्दिन ती रङ्गहरु, 

किनभने उसमा दाग छ, 

समाजले उपहार दिएको.. 

सपनाको संसारमा मग्न हुँदा, 

ऊ धपक्क बलेर पूर्ण हुन्छे, 

बिना कुनै रंग नै ऊ, 

चौपट्ट सुन्दर हुन्छे.. 

उसको दाग मेटीएझैँ हुन्छ, 

र त्यहाँ पूर्णिमा हुन्छ.. 

तर, 

जब फेरी उसको सपना तुहिन्छ, 

जब फेरी ऊ निभ्न थाल्छे, 

तब, 

ऊ उसको कालो दागको दास बन्छे, 

लाचार अनि विवश बन्छे, 

र पुरै अन्धकार छाउँछ, 

ठीक त्यै बखत, 

कालो औंसी निर्लज्ज आउँछ | 

चन्द्रमाको त्यो सपना देख्ने 

अनि टुट्ने क्रम

जारी रहन्छ |

र,  

फेरी कुनै रातमा, 

कुनै नव जोडी, 

प्रेमको उन्मादमा, 

सानन्दको वर्षा गराउंदै,

एक अर्कामा लीन हुँदा, 

चन्द्रमालाई नै हेरी,   

केटाले केटीलाई  

'चन्द्रमा' उपनाम दिन्छ, 

र त्यहाँ, 

पुन: प्रेमको फूल फुल्छ |

तर कठै!!,

त्यो जोडीलाई के थाहा? 

"माथि चन्द्रमा प्यासी छे, 

उसमा श्वास छैन, 

जीवन छैन |

सूर्यको किरण उधारो लिई, 

रंगिन हुने खोक्रो सपना मात्र साँचेर,

ऊ बेरंग छे |  

उसमा रंगिन फूल फुलाउने 

सामर्थ्य,

अब छैन.."

Perks of a relationship?

"Life does not work that way sweetie", he told her. She continued to look outside the window, not caring what he said. He was irritated by that act of her. He knew life comprises of both happiness and sadness. But she would not listen. So, he headed outside, got inside the car and drove off. She kept staring at the distant sunset. She loved the scene.

"I don't understand the way she behaves." Rick unfolded his irritation to his mate, Marvin. "All she wants is happiness from dawn to dusk. Even the hint of sadness troubles her. She fails to understand that happiness is not the absence of problem but the ability to deal with it. There are going to be problems in life. No one baths in only merriment, do they?" Rick lit the cigarette and kept on gazing the newly formed cloud that originated from his mouth.

"Rick clearly is frustrated", thought Marvin. He grabbed the hamburger that was just brought by the waiter and gave a huge bite. He was so hungry; only he knew that. "One hell of a burger", Marvin spoke in a low tone.
"What?" Rick was startled.
"Life is hell when the couples have a dispute, man." Marvin managed to correct his err. "I think you guys need to be more open. All you have to do is listen to one another and figure out the differences. Work on that and it's gone." He smiled. Marvin always had quick and no-nonsense suggestions. No wonder Rick was there with him.

Rick did not speak a word. After three more slow and long puffs, he broke the silence. "May be you are right. She needs to listen to me. Not avoid me."

"And you have to listen to her too" said Marvin with a wry smile.

Amanda was on the balcony when Rick reached home. He saw her looking at him. She looked beautiful even in the blurry light of the balcony's bulb. The cool breeze was messing with her hair. He had always loved that sight.

He went to the balcony and noticed that she looked prettier than before. "Amanda", he began. "Let's not have a dispute on silly things. One must not always yearn for happiness. There will be sadness knocking at the door every now and then. Let's face those situations together. You have to comprehend that, sweet heart." Silence ruled over for sometime. Rick broke it again. "You see, life is not about roses only. Please understand that every rose has its thorns."

Amanda looked at Rick, smiled a sweet smile and said, "Rick, my darling, I don't want roses. I want Jasmine."

The grumpy old man

It was cold day of mid December. Cloudy, dark and it seemed it would rain heavily. Mr. Hans did not need any weather forecast to carry an umbrella and a bulky warm coat. His experience was enough for him to prognosticate things. Whenever others advised him to do things which he did not feel like doing, he would have a go at them saying 'how many freaking years have you lived son? More than me? No? Then shut your mouth up'. And he would leave with a sarcastic laugh, nodding his head. No one would dare to speak to him after that.

Mr. Hans predicted things quite astonishingly too. Once the radio forecasted that it would rain heavily. But Mr. Hans looked at the sky, smirked and refused to take umbrella with him. He said, 'do you really think it will rain? These dark clouds will flee to some other land with the help of winds. It will be sunny day in an hour or two. Give me my sunglasses instead'. And he marched on. And after some hours, it really was sunny and hot. Everyone was stunned.

But that very day of mid December, it never rained. Mr. Hans returned with a miserable face in the evening. Everybody looked at his face and saw that he was sad about his failed prediction. He quietly entered the home, placed his umbrella beside the chair and perched. He stared at the umbrella for a long time and said, 'Damn it! I have become too old now. I mistook umbrella for my stick.' He joked and laughed.

~~~~~~~~the end~~~~~~~

A plea for love

Darling, let me love you,

the way I want to,

the way you want me to.

let me spill all my feelings,

all my love,

my everything to you.

Let me be the morning dew and you,

be the petals of the loveliest rose.

I'd touch you all over,

the faintest touch of my lips,

all over your soft divine skin

would make you more pigmented
than you already are.

Let me tickle you and arouse you,

and make you want me more.

You’d try to push me away,

but avert me from falling too.

And I shall run wild over you,
just when your thirsty lips drag me rapidly to you.

And as I get closer to your lips,
I would see a shy smile in your rosy face.

I would hold you tightly,

give you the kiss of the millennium,

and you would want me more;

as if the feeling is new.
My every touch, my every breath,

would make you feel more complete,

like you’re discovering yourself in you,

via me.

Never has been your body caressed,

never have you been to this utopia,

as I show you the doorway to paradise,

and you would not want me to stop.

So I would go on,

Quenching every thirst,

again and again.

And you would be there,

soaked, all wet. 

Right at that time,
 we would be two bodies as one.

Your identity becomes mine,

and mine, yours.

And when I see you again,

I visualize no shyness in you, anymore.

I see, love, affection, satisfaction, and moreover,

a complete lady in you.

And I would shine,

like a diamond with you.

And that’s when the world sees,

an epitome of  beauty, in us.

Sparkling dew drops in a blossomed rose.

शब्द

म खोज्दैछु,
शब्दैशब्द बीच,
शब्दलाई नै,
जुन शब्दले मेरो वर्णन गरोस्
जसले मलाई कुनै धरातलमा
उभ्याएको होस् |

सायद,
म खोज्दैछु यस्तो शब्द,
जसले मेरो मनोभाव चित्रण गरेको होस् |
अनि,
खोज्दा-खोज्दै म पाउँछु,
एउटा शब्द,
'सपना',
तर लाग्छ,
सपना एक बादलको टुक्रा हो,
जो धेरै हलुका हुँदा हावासंगै बग्छ,
र धेरै गह्रौ हुँदा पानी बनी बर्सिदिन्छ |

त्यसैले म,
सपनामा नअल्झी,
बनाउँछु आफ्नो खोज तीव्र ;
अनि,
निकै कसरत पछी म पाउँछु,
अर्को शब्द,
'खुसी'
तर फेरी लाग्छ,
खुसी त फगत एउटा समुद्री छालझैं हो,
जो एक बखत आफुँ संग हुन्छ
अनि ठिक अर्को बखत टाढा...

खुसीलाई पनि पन्छाई अर्को शब्द हेर्दा,
म पाउँछु,
'आशा'
जो आफ्नो हात फैलाउँदै छ,
अनि भन्दै छ,
'मलाई अङ्गाल, म सर्वशक्तिमान छु '
अतः म घोत्लान बाध्य हुन्छु |
निकैबेर सोचमग्न भएपछी,
म 'निराश' हुँदै अर्को शब्द खोज्न आतुर हुन्छु...

संयोगबस्,
म ठोकिन्छु,
'बोध' -सँग
र छर्लंग हुन पुग्दछु,
कि,
म शब्दलाई होइन,
शब्दहरु मलाई खोजी रहेछन्
तर म,
एक पछी अर्को गर्दै,
शब्दहरु संग भाग्दै छु |
हरेक शब्दमा नैराश्यता देखेर,
म 'सपना', 'खुसी' र 'आशा' लाई लत्याउदै
कुन धरातलमा उभिन खोज्दै थिएँ?

बस्,
यहि  बुझेर म अर्को शब्द नियाल्दछु
र पाउँछु,
'मुस्कान' ||