Monday, March 16, 2015

Facebook Fragments VI

संविधान

मेरो बाली नफाँडोस्
छानो नउक्काओस्
झ्याल-ढोका नफोडोस्
तिम्रो संविधानले !
म मेरो घर चलाउँछु
आफ्नो दुनियाँ बसाल्छु
मेरो संविधानले !

महसुस

धेरै भएछ
आकाशतिर हेर्दै हिँडेको,
आज अचानक याद आयो जमिनको,
तल हेरेँ,
थाहा भयो,
पत्तै नपाई
भुइँ भरिँदै गएछ
इटा, सिमेन्ट, गिटी, फलाम र प्लास्टिकले,
अनि पो छक्क परेँ,
साँच्ची म आजसम्म कहाँ कसरी पो हिँड्दै थिएँ ?


कन्फ्युजन !

भन्‍नै गाह्रो,
म के भएँ,
के हुँदैछु,
साँँढेलाई घुरिरहेको स्याल
वा
हलचल कुरिरहेको भिरको चिन्डो?
साँच्चै भन्या, साथी,
भन्‍नै गाह्रो,
म के भएँ,
के हुँदैछु !


(Vicious) Circle

For years we work
For years we practice mediocrity
For years we believe mediocrity is the world's reality,
And one fine day
An outsider tells us the world is different,
We begin to believe we need to be different,
We continue to work,
We continue mediocrity
Till another outsider comes and decrees
The world is different !


Sisyphus

I don't hate the stone that rolls down
The moment I take it to the top,
I hate the gods that made me push it up,
But when I'm doing what I'm condemned to,
I don't care whether the gods exist;
Maybe the they don't exist,
Maybe they shouldn't,
I know I am here,
I know the stone is here,
And it rolls down the moment I take it up;
The stone, the steep path, and the top .....
This is my fate, my reality,
I am not unhappy!
I am Sisyphus.

1 comment:

Jivesh Jha said...

Sir, the poems are worth reading. It reflects a true picture.