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कविता

दशैं आयो

फूल भन्छ- दशैं आयो ।
घाम भन्छ- दशैं आयो ।
पानी भन्छ- दशैं आयो ।
आकाश भन्छ- दशैं आयो ।

वायु दिन्छ सुवास- दशैं आयो ।
रातो माटो भन्छ- दशैं आयो ।
कमेरो माटो भन्छ- दशैं आयो ।
धानको बाला भन्छ- दशैं आयो ।

यात्री भन्छ- दशैं आयो ।
मालश्री भन्छ-दशैं आयो ।
मठ मन्दिरका घण्ट भन्छन्- दशैं आयो ।
वालवाला भन्छन्- दशैं आयो ।

आयो, आयो दशैं आयो ।
लौ लौ थाप्नुस्-
दशैंको शुभकामना आयो ।
माता दुर्गाको आशिष आयो ।
(२०७०/०६/१९/७)

गजल होली

गजल
होली
रात्तिएकैमा मात्तिएर रंग घोल्यौ कि क्या हो ?
ऊन्मत्त जोवन पोखिनै लाग्यो कि क्या हो ?

सातै रंग पोतिएको मुहार हेरेनौ कि क्या हो ?
चुलबुले ओंठले मलाई निम्ता दियौ कि क्या हो ?

टप्प टप्प रंग चुहुंदा केही तरंग चलेन कि क्या हो ?
हलचल मचाउने जोवन थाम्नै सकेनौ कि क्या हो ?

भुलेर तिक्तता पीरति साँच्न लाग्यौ कि क्या हो ?
रंगै रंगको पर्वमा माया पलायो कि क्या हो ?

बसन्त पर्वमा खुसी साटा साट गर्यौ कि क्या हो ?
दिन ढलेकै पत्तो भएन रंगमा भंग मिलायौ कि क्या हो ?

( फागू पूर्णिमा २०७०/१२/२ अपरान्ह ४:१४ )

PROLOGUE:

                                     

                                                 In Memory…

 

Rose  Joshi

                                    I did M.Phil. 2nd Semester,

                                    The result published yesterday (July 14, 2007)

                                    1st was done earlier.

                                    Now I have to do with the “Thesis”.

                                    But couldn’t begin-

                                    As you’re in the hospital,
I’ll do it,

                                    Soon you’ll discharge.

                                    The computer you bought, for me from Japan-

                                    Did help me a great.”

 

                                    “That sounds nice,

                                    It is good news,

                                    You did it,

                                    Go ahead-


                                    You’ll do that, too.”

                                    I noticed a light in his face,

                                    In addition, breathed a long.

                                    Alas! On the seventh day (July 21, 2007)

                                    You said “Good bye”.


 

What a sudden!

                                     What an unexpected!

                                    I made you sleep the day before,

                                    Then backed home at half-past nine,

                                    Mother hadn’t seen you for four days,

                                   

                                  You have forbidden her to visit the hospital,

                                    As she’d been suffering from cold and fever,

                                     I told her, “Rosé’s well and discharge you next day-

                                    On a leisurely day- the Saturday.

                                    We had two more handful of rice that very evening.

                                    Your brother was with you until 2 am.

                                    He was pleased

                                    To see you fast asleep,

                                    Your friends let him go home,

                                    So he did.

                                   

                                                     From five a.m.                        

                                                 You struggled,                                                                        

                                                To live; to win life,

                                              At 8:35 am-

                                           The death won the battle.        

 

                                    Completing the rituals-

                                    I sat on my table,

                                    To review my thesis work

                                    Tried best to console my heart,

                                    However, I could not.

                                    I tried to move the pen,

                                    I remembered-

                                    I made you tried to write,

                                    Your initial homework.

                                    I try to read the book-

 

                                    However, I recalled-

                                    Made you to read the books.

                                    The vivid pictures;                                                      

                                    Of naughty stubborn acting,

Quickly moved

                                    Around my face,

                                    Tears dropped on the book                            

                                           And formed your recent face

                                       I stared and stared;

                                    I was dumbstruck.

 

 

                                    We observed the Sa Paru

                                    The Newar tradition to commemorate

                                    The departed loved ones
Holding your tattoo coated website photo
Moved around the Basantapur Darbar square
Prayed the Almighty
You rest in peace and,
Get company of god ‘n sages
Seen many giving an eye to you

                                    And said, “Passed away in the young”

                                    We were Lost in the crowd

                                     As the rivers in the Ocean.

                                    Festivals came to the doorsteps,

Mother’s outcry awakened the family at midnight                  

                                     Missed my ideas-

                                    Of making my thesis finish right.

                                    What a desert created in home!

                                    Not forgotten ever,

                                    Better no festives come

                                    We live a mourning surrounding-

                                   Lasting long-ever and ever.

 

                                    So prominent was,

                                    Your social health.     

                                    You made so many survived.

                                    Rescued youths.

                                    Mates commented, “You fought a war.”

                                    Bravo! My son,

                                    I am proud of you.

                                    Many mothers came to salute you.

                                    Friends obey and respect you.

                                    You’ll remain alive in hearts of those-

                                    Who have taken rebirth in this world!

                                    The Gita rightly says-

                                    “Body dies, even soul remains immortal.”

 

                                    If the laws make you reborn,

                                    And if same to us –I urge the God

                                    Let you be born,

                                    As our elder son.                                                                                            

                                I need strength to bear your absence             

                              Breaking the rooted taboos

                                    We forbade ‘her’ dress in white.

                                    I assure you,

                                    To provide patronage to your beloved-

                                    Moreover, to loving Marline.

                                    We’ve given a choice to your loved.

                                    Either she’ll remain as- a chori or a buhari

                                    Let her discharge her karma,

                                    You had better bestow her

                                    As she sees you everywhere.                                       

                                     (September 9, 2007 (Bhadra 23, 2064)                     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

नव वर्ष २०६८,

Sun rising in Kathmandu before New Year,2068 Bikram sambat.

दाना टिप्दै गरेका परेवाहरुलाई
विरालोले शिकार नगरोस् ।

दूधे नानीहरु टुहुरा नबनोस्
बांच्ने अधिकार,पक्का पक्की होस् ।

देऊ संविधान, शान्ति, प्रगति
नत्र झगडिया नेता घर घर जाओस् ।

नव वर्ष २०६८,
शुभ होस् , सुखद् होस् ।
(    २०६८ वैशाक १ )

तातिन्छ कि ?

आज मौसम चीसो चीसो छ ।
सिरेटोले मुटु नै छो’को छ ।

पहारले पनि तातिन्न यो †
वहारले पो तातिन्छ कि ?

रापले पनि तातिन्न यो †
मातले पो तातिन्छ कि ?

अधरै पिएर पनि तातिन्न यो †
मुटु नै जोडेर पो तातिन्छ कि ?
( २०६७ । ११ । ३० । ०२)

तिमी नेपाल हेर ।

हार्नेको पनि जित हुन्छ ।
तिमी “नेपाल” हेर ।

जित्नेको पनि “प्रचण्ड” हार हुन्छ ।
तिमी नेपाल हेर ।

जितको पनि “हूर्मत” हुन्छ ।
तिमी नेपाल हेर ।

हार्दा पनि काइदाकै जित हुन्छ ।
तिमी नेपाल हेर ।

संविधान नबने पनि, सभाको प्राण थप्नु पर्ने ,
तिमी नेपाल हेर ।

दलैदलको योजनामा, देश डुब्यो दलदलमा,
तिमी नेपाल हेर ।

नेताको झगडामा, बने जनता कुहिराको काग
तिमी नेपाल हेर ।

नेता–कार्यकर्ता जताततै, खै जनता कता–कता ?
तिमी नेपाल हेर ।

पैले खान्थे राजा, खान्छन् अ‍ैले छोटे राजा ।
तिमी नेपाल हेर ।

ढोके, हुक्के,चैते नेता च्याउझैं † राजनेताको खडेरी †
तिमी नेपाल हेर ।

सकछन् रच्न इतिहास जनता, हेक्का छैन कि क्या हो नेता ?
तिमी नेपाल हेर ।
(२०६७ पुुस ३)

गजल
किन जुर्नु पर्यो लगन ?
मनै जुरे पछि ।
किन कुर्नु पर्यो बसन्त ?
मनै फूले पछि ।

किन लाउनु पर्यो लाली ?
जोवन फुले पछि ।
किन लाग्नु पर्छ घाम ?
मनै ताते पछि ।

किन पिउनु पर्छ अब ?
मनै माते पछि ।
किन छोप्नु पर्छ अधर ?
जोवन सुम्पे पछि ।

किन जुर्नु पर्यो लगन ?
मनै जुरे पछि । ( २०६७ मार्ग १३ )
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