r/NepalWrites

Oh yes, let me tell you I am stupid!

Really thought Cupid blessed me!

More stupid to make assumptions in my head,

Playing all along with things it made!

Why did you get attached? I asked

Tried to be real and just unmasked

Then did I realise I really miss her,

Could literally hear my heart whisper.

Whisper her name loud and clear,

But by then, she was nowhere near.

Gone was she to the quagmire of time,

Lost in the echoes, I can’t define

मैले सयौँ कविता पढे हौला,

हजार गीत सुने हौंला।

तर तिमीलाई वर्णन गर्ने कविता,

तिम्रालागी मेरा भावना व्यक्त गरिदिने गीत अझै भेटिन।

लागि परेको छु म आफैं, मैले देखेको तिमी लेख्न।।

तिमी छैनौं जुन जस्ती, त्यै नी म तिम्रो आभामा मुग्ध हुन्छु।

तिमी हैनौ फूल जस्ती, त्यै नी म तिम्रो सुगन्धले कायल हुन्छु।

तिमी कदापी छैनौं संगीत जस्ती, त्यै नी म तिम्रो धुनमा मग्न हुन्छु।।

शिशिर ऋतुको घाम भन्दा, मलाई तिमी न्यानो लाग्छ।

तिमीसँगका संवादका अघि मलाई विज्ञान स्यानो लाग्छ।

तिम्रो प्रेम रस पिएको म — अमृत फिक्का ठान्छु।

तिमी छैनौं केही जस्तिपनी — त्यै नी म तिमीलाई सबै-सबै मान्छु।। ❤️

कथा अन्तरमनको,

कथा अन्त, र मनको

खोज अन्तरअ‌‌ात्मा को

खोज अन्त, र आत्माको

विचार अन्तरमनको,

विचार, अन्त रमण को

आशा स्वच्छ अन्त्य मरण को।

Color color everywhere

Blue, black, brown, pink, green

I wish I could have seen the unseen

For that I had to lose my sanity.

Maybe it would not be too bad

To be called as a mad

If once, just once I could breathe

What life could be if my mind was not holding me?

Perhaps I could listen to my heart

Closely, too closely the heartbeat drumming in my chest,

And as I hear more, I hear blood running like a stream.

Art, humans are art, melody,

Poems and museums,

Full of colors, one sane eyes could not see

You have to be lunatic

A mad one, one drowned in their heart

Writer, poets, artist, musicians ah, its a same as they are called

No sane mind creates art,

Insanity run in lines till the pen breaks,

Ideals are born with the stink of alcohol,

Within the smoke the masterpiece is created,

In the haze a discovery is made,

Within the haunted the melody is resonated.

Creativity is born from chaos,

Within oneself, those lost in dark abyss

Those seeking to find peace,

A coward, hunted mind that couldn't resist

The insanity luring it.

Mad, those who feel everydamn things

Those chaos trying to seep in from skin,

Yet it bleeds in canvas or words,

Or somewhere in lab of mad scientist,

Echoing in the theatre till the fingers bleeds,

It's pain, it's sadness, it's happiness, it's hope,

It's every feeling , one not defined.

But no, no one can feel,

Not at once except those lunatics,

Cursed with burdens of feeling.

They see colors, colors among the grey

Kaleidoscope of life, pretty, confusing, contained,

Chaos, changing, vibrant, dull, sanity, madness

Color picked with each changing emotion,

A creation of color of one's reflection.

Madman, lunatic, artist,

Creator, rebels, scientist,

Dreamer, ah! The dreamer,

Lost in the grey instead of colors,

Repent for the dreams, The holy sin!

Dreamer, a criminal,

Against, the reality of the society's structure

A criminal hidden in a plain sight,

For why would anyone ever forgive the dreamer?

The lunatic with the feverous dreams,

A plague that would threaten a system,

A balanced, bleak truth of smoke and mirror

A disease that touch and feel the color,

Blind to grey of society where black and white only matters.

~SYP~

Should I have to know everyone ?

Should I have to notice everything ?

Should I have to initiate the moment ?

Or should I have to wait for something to happen ?

Should I .......

Sometimes I wonder

if staying quiet makes me invisible,

if not reaching out

makes moments pass me by,

But forcing myself

doesn’t feel like me either

Is it wrong to wait,

or is it brave to start

Is silence a sin,

or just a space

I am just wondering If I should begin or not

If I should, then where and how should I begin

Or is being quiet is the only thing.

Love bloomed on my skin

Slow and deliberate

Love bloomed on my skin

Till I melted and cried

Love bloomed on my skin

So I could relive it all over again

The sun saw us make love

Shameless and primal

Love bloomed on my skin

Till the moon kissed me again

You, my everlasting lily

Sang me my last paradise

ma life ma sadhai friend haru sanga ramaune manxe thiye. +2 dekhi introvert huna thaleko. Suruma garo hunthyo, chup chap basna ra eklai time bitauna. Tara maile afno connection, daily talk ani koi na koi sanga jodine bani hataye balla balla. Yesle ma sanga dherai time bhayo. Ani maile yo gareko chai dherai time bhayo bhane study time ra personal time hunxa bhanera thyo. like, paxi yesto bhayo ki ma kati din koi sanga nabolikana bithyo. honestly bhanda ma lower average student bata high level ko student banna sake 2 years ma. yesle mero career ma help garyo. ma aaile ramro course ma bachelors gariraxu.

Tara, aaile ma ekdam eklopan mahasus garxu. mero collage ma woripari friends, family, relatives haru dherai xan. ma chahe bhane lagxa afule ek step chalera agadi gayera conversation garna ra jodina sakinxa, tara aba ekantapan mai samaya bitna thalyo. koi sanga bolda lagxa agadi ko manxe ma sanga matra aafno faida khojna, give and take garna matra jodirakoxa jasto. Ani maile yo last 3 years ma dherai phychological, philosophical books study gare. mero whole focus nai yestai topic ma rahyo jasle manxe ko kura bhanda pani face paxadi ko thoughts ra pattern observe garne bani basyo.

20 years ko male ani aaile samma single. bhanda kasaile biswas gardaina. sathi ani alli xeu xau ko female friends lai lagxa, yesko gf hola. insta ma 200+ friends and 500+ friends in facebook xan. Tara kasai sanga bolne gareko xaina. guy friend haru school ko school paxi khai kata haraye. +2 ko collage paxi khai kata haraye. Kaile kai bolna khojxu, kasto weird lagxa. kaile kahi friend sanga ghumna gayinxa, tara tyo deep level ko connection feel hudaina, surfacely friend baneko jasto lagxa.

kaile kahi koi koi friend banna khojxan, tara khai situation ke ke bhaidinxa, friend nai bandainan. Tyo deep long life wala friend koi banaunai sakiyena. kura gardai jada aba malai unaharuko dherai kura ma chitta bujdaina, ani unaharu ko dherai thoughts galat lagxa, ma sahi kura fact based bhayera nai bahas garxu, jasle friend nai bandaina.kasaiko galat kura ma ho ma ho bhannai nasakne xu.

aaile lagxa, ma yi kitab, internet ani aafnai Kalpana ma harayeki. yo akantapan ma yesto yesto dami thoughts aauxa ki ma yesaima ramauxu. jati eklopan badiraxa tyati ramro poem lekhna sakiraxu. Yo society, religion, different narratives of politics, trend, fashion, dekhaune, arulai jalaune kura ma patakkai man gayena.

kasaiko naramro gareko xaina life bhari, kasaiko man dukhayeko ni xaina. yeti sabai huda, ajhai eklopan mahasus hunxa. ekdam deep level ko male friend ani matra aafu sanga kura milne ekjana jaslai sabai maya garna ra josanga purai life bitauna sakine girlfriend vaidiyos bhanne lagxa.

Ani, sabbhanda dukkha ta taba hunxa jaba ma koi koi ko life mero bhanda eklopan, abhav ma biteko dekhxu, jo bolna ra communication pani garna sakdainan. Jaslai aafno life Normal xaina bhanne pani tha hudaina. Jo yo society ko invisible rule le badiyeko dekhxu, taba dherai dukkha hunxu.

Last question: Maile buje anusar eklopan hatauna aafu lai change garera aarule accept garne personality develop garna parne dekhiyo.

Change ki yestai kun thik hola??