मलाई यो मृत्‍यु स्विकार छैन
आउ मेरो लासमा थोरै सास भरिदेउ
म आश गरिरहेको छु।

एक काँटी अर्थको कोरिदेउ
आशको सानो फिलिङो लिएर
म ज्वाँलामुखी फुटाउनेछु
संसारलाई नयाँ सुर्य दिनेछु।।

The Buddha within Us

The devil inside us roars
tries to break all the doors
the walls and barriers
that we beset upon it
sometimes it surfaces out
as anger lust and ego about
the angel within us
fights back upon
floods the love and care
and everything we share
But that's not the war we wage
the battles never bring the peace
Neither plus nor minus
its the zero that we need
to know the pain and feel free
the only quest is just
to find 'The Buddha within us'

Time

Give me some time

And I will show you

How everything is pointless

The worries of today

Are just memories of tomorrow

We are walking snails

Footprints on the seashore

There is nothing more

Nothing more...

Give me some time

And I will show you

there's nothing to be sad for..

I'm Here

When you travel beyond the realm of logic and reasoning,
there in the land of imagination
I'll be waiting for you my friend.
Out of the corner of Universe or Multiverse,
Where you think nothing exist
I'm there in that nothing.
You have eyes my friend,
Your vision is thus outward and limited.
How can you see me when I'm within?
Close your eyes, try to see inside
there in the corner of your imagination
I'll be waiting for you my friend!!

Absurd Coffee

How absurd is this coffee!!
All those beans produced somewhere I don't know.
Who might have been the farmer?
I just wonder about those hands,
which planted the sapling,
cared it for years
and those which picked the beans.
Were they all the same?
I see the tree itself,
I wonder is it still alive?
All those factory workers
who toiled their day, their life
to make this powder out of those beans.
I wonder.

All the way the river flowed
the boulders it had to crush
the gorges it had to create
and now who remembers it
after it had reached the ocean??
People just see the vastness of the ocean.
But I wonder
about the drop where it all started.

I remember the sweat of the farmer
the pain he went through
and pain in my palms while I brewed the powder.
Now! The coffee is really tasty!!
Now, is there anything such as taste?
or is it just a sensation created by chemicals
and felt by my mind.
Is it really tasty?
It's really absurd!!

मार्कर, बोर्ड र डस्टर

मास्टर! ए मास्टर!
के हो तेरो जिन्नकी
सिवाय मार्कर, बोर्ड र डस्टर?

जिन्नकी के हो मलाई हैन
चौरासी गरेका बाजेलाई सोध
बिहान, दिन, रात, समय
सब मात्र नाम हुन
मात्र एउटा पर्खाइ
बिहान चियाको चुस्की
दिउसो चियाको चुस्की
रात मातको चुस्की
मात्र एउटा पर्खाइ
बिना कुनै आर्थको
लेख, लेखाइ र मेटाइ
जन्म, कर्म र मृत्‍यु
यस्तै छ जिन्नकी
मार्कर, बोर्ड र डस्टर

हामी अर्थ दिन्छौ
र त जिन्नकी चलिरहेछ
जिन्नकिको जाँतोमा आँफैलाई पिसेर
समयको पिठो बनाइ
सेल्ले रोटी खुवाउँछम्, बिचारको आचारसँग
र त स्वाद आउँछ जिन्नकिको
रङ्गहीन झुसिलकिरालाई
भोलिको बगैँचामा उड्ने पुतलीको रङ्ग् देखाउँछम्
र त  रङ्गीन्छन्  हरेक सपनाहरु
बहीराहरुलाई संगीतको स्वाद चखाउँछम्
र नाच्न लगाउँछम्
सुर तालको झन्कारमा
परिकल्पनाको संसारमा
र त मजा आउँछ जिउनुको

हैन भने जाउ
जिन्नकी के हो सिसिफसलाई सोध
प्रयास, मात्र प्रयास
मार्कर बोर्ड र डस्टर । ।          

गमलाभित्रकाे म

खुम्चिएका छन् मेरा जरा
निसास्सिएका छन्, सानाे माटाकाे भाँडाेमा
जराकाे गहिराईबिना मेराे उचाइ असम्भव छ
सारा धर्तीलाई अाफ्नाे पैतालाले टेकेर
सारा अाकाशलाई अालिङ्गन गर्ने मेराे सामर्थ्यलाई
खुम्चाएका छन् यी काँचका दिवालले
दिनकाे एक छाक खान पाउँछु
जब बाहिर मनसुन झरिरहेछ
अब त खडेरीसंग जुध्ने क्षमता पनि छैन
बानी परेकाे छ हरेक छाक चुस्कि लिने
जड्याहालाई जाँडकाे अाशक्ति जस्ताे।