Facebook Fragments II

I sneaked in from the back door
The inmates took me with mercy
And helped me settle down.

Then 
I began to preach the glory 
Of entering from the front door.
 

Republic Day

Seven years ago,
This day,
This same moment,
I was wondering,
At the sight of huge masses
Of the victors,
What that tearful commotion
In the streets
Would signify,
To those who clamoured there
And beyond.

I recall this day,
Those people,
That ecstasy,
That tearful commotion,
Wondering
If it really matters,
If it really happened,
If we really did it!

The only difference:
That day had sunshine,
Today is clouded.

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सुनाएर भनौँ कि भनाएर सुनौँ
देखाएर गरौँ कि गराएर देखाऊँ

लुकाएर खाऊँ कि खाएर लुकाऊँ
गरेर खाऊँ कि खाएर गरौँ

गरेर भनौँ कि भनेर गरौँ
बुझेर गरौँ कि गरेर बुझौँ

जानेर बोलौँ कि बोलेर जानौँ
सिकेर हेरौँ कि हेरेर सिकौँ

अलमल्ल छु, अलमल्ल !
........................
भिरालोमा खन्याएर पानीलाई
नबग् भन्छु,
तर
पानी
मेरो कुरा सुन्दैन !

...................

वाक्यलाई

चुँडेर

टुक्रा-टुक्रा

जवरजस्ती

यताउता

छरेपछि

बन्छ

कविता !

..............

स्वाभावत:
मैले जूनलाई जून
र घामलाई घाम
सावित गर्न
कुनै कसरत गर्न नपर्ला !

मेरो गाईलाई तिमी गधा भनौला
तिम्रो गधालाई म गाई देखौँला

तर,
तिमी मन पराऊ नपराऊ,
म कालोलाई कालो
सेतोलाई सेतो भन्न
अवश्य आउनेछु ।

................................................
I dreamed:
I was converted into a mosquito
and left in the country of the nudes.

It was graceful all over, heavenly --
Beauty, abundance, freshness!

But ... But ... But ...

I had no idea where to begin!

[Note: I plagiarized the metaphor, but the poem is mine. Sue me if you did not like it.]