Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Times!

There were times
when we always talked
those were blissful

There were times
when silence spoke more than words
those were lovely

There were times
we seldom met
still those were soothing

There were times
love flourished
those were the best

~~The times changed~~

There came the time
we hardly heard each other
those were the hardest

There begun the time
when you were missed
you never bothered

There started the time
when you did not care
they were heart-breaking

There came the time
when you forgot me
that was the end.



Metta!
Image courtesy: Deviant Art

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Tears and Smiles!

She will write her story
interwoven with pain
with tears in her eyes

She will try to laugh
amidst those pains
with tears in her eyes

You will see her smiles
never will you see her cry
even when tears are rolling in her eyes

She is a charmer
she looks ecstatic
Though tears are always there in her eyes.


Metta!
Image courtesy: katepowellart!



Tuesday, January 20, 2015

समय !

समय मसँग नभएको हो कि
समय तिमीसँगै नभएको हो
समयको वास्ता तिमीले नगरेको हो कि—
समयलाई मैले नै नचिनेको हो
समयसँग लुकामारी खेल्दै जाँदा 
समयकै कथा–व्यथा भन्दै जाँदा 
यही समय
सधैं आफूसँग कहिल्यै रहेन

हे समय ! 
तिम्रै गीत गाइरहँदा
हर निमेष तिम्रै कुरा गरिरहँदा
मलाई— सधैं तिमी किन अपुग हुन्छौ ?

फेरी पनि तिमीलाई नै सम्झीरहँदा 
तिम्रै कुरा गरिरहँदा 
तिमि जहिल्यै सकिहाल्छौ-
हातबाट बालुवा सरि 
मिर्मिरेमा उदाएको सुर्य अनि 
अध्यारो रातका चकमन्न तारा सरि
बद्लीहाल्छौ मौसम सरि 
अनि बगिहाल्छौ नदि सरि 

हे समय ! 
तिम्रै कथा सुनाइरहँदा
तिम्रै बारे व्याख्या गर्दा 
तिमी—सधै किन प्रश्न बनि आउछौ ?


इति !
परिदृश्य: गुगल इमेज! 

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

The waitings!

I waited
all those moments
just to see that smile
and the smile
just vanished
in a fraction of while

The waits I made
were worth of it
though it last not long
those were my feels
in the momentarily bliss
had it been no wrong

Some more thoughts
just flung along
as flipped the time hereby
I waited again
to feel those moments
and just bid a goodbye!


Metta !!

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Her story !

She,
sighs
she,
cries

she,
yells
she,
tells

she,
tries
she,
thrives.

she,
squeaks
she,
quietens


End of "her story" !
Metta !!

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

फेरी तिमी !

तिमी,
हरायौ
बिलायौ
कता कता

तिमीलाई,
खोजे
यता
फेरी उता

तिमीलाई,
खोज्दा
थाके
यदा कदा

तिमी,
नभेट्दा
छट्पटाये
सदा सदा !



एवमस्तु !!
तस्विर: विशाल !
पहिले: तिमी!

Monday, January 5, 2015

I-unleash

I-digged
the thoughts
the murmurs
the mumblings

I-scratched
the thumbs
the throws
the pins

I-colored
those dreams
the desires
and happenings

I-Packed
the bags
with the rags
and rumblings

I-unleashed
the faith
wishes 
and foreseeings !



Sunday, January 4, 2015

Illusions !

I wrote about the "Amazing World of Words" once. The world is literally an amazing place and words rules all over-I reiterate again. As I sit down to write this blog today, I remember I was told-I have been lazy in writing. I do not write any piece at all. May be yeas, that was how things have been moving. As I say this I remember another blog of mine where I tell about the difficulties I face while writing. And with these says of mine I would like to borrow the following words of Richard Bach from his famous book "Illusions". 

"It was a question I heard more than once, after
Jonathan Seagull was published. “What are you
going to write next, Richard? After Jonathan, what?”
I answered then that I didn’t have to write anything
next, not a word, and that all my books together said everything
that I had asked them to say. Having starved for a
while, the car repossessed and that sort of thing, it was fun
not to have to work to midnights.

Still, every summer or so I took my antique biplane
out into the green-meadow seas of midwest America, flew
passengers for three-dollar rides and began to feel an old
tension again - there was something left to say, and I
hadn’t said it.

I do not enjoy writing at all. If I can turn my back on an
idea, out there in the dark, if I can avoid opening the door to
it, I won’t even reach for a pencil.

But once in a while there’s a great dynamite-burst of
flying glass and brick and splinters through the front wall
and somebody stalks over the rubble, seizes me by the
throat and gently says, “I will not let you go until you set
me, in words, on paper.” That’s how I met Illusions."

This was how Bach met his great write "Illusions". My "Illusion" is yet to come :-)!

Metta ! 





Saturday, November 29, 2014

Peril of thoughts

I,
speak
and then
quietened

I,
smiled
and then
cried

Smiles,
amidst the sorrows
cries
in the pain

Grief,
in the perils
thoughts
with perks

I,
jot words
thrash them
on the wall

I,
the prescient
me
the narrator



Metta !!
Image courtesy: Deviant Art

Friday, November 28, 2014

हस्ना ना रोना

आज रोत़े रोते आख पथरा सी गई शायद
रोना जो भूल गए थे हम
हस्ने कि बारी जब आए
बुला लेना हमको भी प्यारे
वारे-न्यारे हो जाएंगे हम
:-)!

अस्तु !