घर

                              घर  

मैले काजग को घर बनाइ खेल्दा
माओली घरमा माइलो मामा टैन को छानो हाल्दै थिए
पुर्खेउली घरमा माइला बा खर ले पाली छाउदै थिए
काठमाडौं को काठ मा मेरा बा घर ढलान गर्ने मिस्त्री खोज्दै थिए

मैले माटो को घर बनाइ भाडा कुटी खेल्दा
जेठो मामा भचिएको दलिन लाई टैको दिदै थिए
ठुलि आमा कमेरो ले चर्किएको भिता पोत्दै िथइन्
बा र आमा एसियान पैन्त्स को दुकान मा  रङ छान्दै थिए

मैले आफ्नो घर को  मोर्त्गेज को काजग तयार पारी रहदा
तल्सिङ ले मओली घर को जग्गा लिएछ, काजग मा हजुर बा को ल्यप्चै रहेछ
पुर्खेउली घर पहिरो ले पुरेछ, नापी को नक्सा मा घर को सट्टा पधेेरो परेछ
बिकासी बैंक को ॠण र ब्याज तिर्न नसक्दा , बा को घर लीलामी मा बिकेछ

                                  र थाहा पाएँ
घर त आखिर काजग कै रहेछ
घर त आखिर काजग मै रहेछ ।।।।।।।।।।।

हिउद का दिन हरु मा

 

हीउद का बर्षादी दिन हरु मा
के  गर्छन्  होला बसाइ सरेका चरा हरु
नयाँ शहरमा न त आफ्नो गूड् नै छ
पानी परेका रात मा कहाँ सुत्छन होला बसाइ सरेका चरा हरु

मौसम फेर्न निस्केका पुतली हरुलाई
मौसम ले घात् गरे पछी
कसरी पखेता फैलौचन  होला
हुरी चलेका बेला
बसाइ सरेका भङेरा  हरु

घाम लगेको भये
माटो खोस्री केही खान्थे होलान
तर हिउ  झरेक बेला के
खान्छन होला बसाइ सरेका चरा हरु

घाम हेर्न देश छाडेका हरु
सास फेर्न देश छाडेका हरु
तुल्वालो लगेको शहरको ओसिलो लामो गल्ली हरुमा
के  गर्छन् होला
पानी परेर रेल का दिब्बा हरु भरिये पछी
कहाँ सुत्चन होला देश छाडेका ढुकुर का जोडी हरु

हिउ  पग्लेर खोला मा बडी आएको छ
घर कसरी फर्कन छन् होला
बसाइ सरेका मान्छे हरु।

A Tale 

Once up a time, there was a king who had an elephant and a donkey.  He used take both of them to wars. He used to ride on elephant and elephant used to muscle down the enemies. Donkey used to carry wounded and dead soldiers back to the post. Elephant and donkey were tamed under a same roof. And they used to argue about their importance in the war. One had the feeling of being better than another. This dispute was presented to the king and king decided to change the role of each other. Both of them were happy and went to the war other day but donkey couldn’t kill any enemies and elephant couldn’t run faster. They both got killed that day. 

Workers of the world, unite!

Sansar ka majdur haru ek hau.( nepali)
Workers of the world, unite!
(German) Proletarier aller Länder vereinigt Euch!,
A picture containing these words and some beard old people used to be hung in my bedroom on the wall above my head. For many years the infested long rectangular picture and its contains have grinned me. Growing up, the aforementioned statement confused me on the fact that is the communist around the world are workers or all the workers around the world are communist.  On recent days I wonder with another fact that why this statement became the prime agenda in communist manifesto. There are many workers who are not communist. I’m trying to write about workers but it’s so sad that I’ve to be little political. During my childhood my poetry, my drawings and my thinking was all captured by that statement.  The characters from then Bollywood movies used to support my imagination of a worker and the idea why Karl Marks proclaimed those words. In the movie a young energetic factory workers sees the inequality in wages and fights with the masters and owners for the proper wages, in the middle of the movie he falls in love with his master’s daughter or sister. At the end it becomes the happy ending but the tyranny and the torture to the hero made me stand up being a rebel.
My childhood imagination of a worker is different to what a worker is defined by the present world. After the emancipation from the churches and royals and the hard work during the industrial revolution, we live in a world where virtually everybody is dignified by the work he/ she does.  That was grade six where my honorable teacher taught me the term dignity to labor. For a society whatever we do is respected and has a purpose but this theory fails when all the jobs don’t yield same level of quality living. Then we start up getting the divides in society, haves and have-not, rich and poor, high-class and lower class, blue color and white color and next divide we are facing is digital divide- people with modern digital appliances and knowledge to use them and without. The difference in payroll of white color, blue color and no- color is the distance between heaven to hell. The new color I have added is no- color for the immigrant workers which are the backbone of the economy. They work hard to pursue the American dream. Yes, their hard work has made a great impact in this country since centuries but When we address them as hard workers a question arises why their country is still undeveloped and poor? Chapter of dignity to labor speaks wide clear.

A no- color vendor leaves his cart in parking lot as he takes a break from 100 degree heat on labor day in dallas. 

Today is the Labor Day which is X-mas, Ed, Dashain, CINCO de MAYO, Akwasidee festival and fiesta for workers. While I’m writing this there are many workers who don’t have enough food for tonight, not enough baby diapers, many are short on this month’s rent and mortgage which is already due many lack behind for the savings for the college fund for their kids. These are not the scenarios of a poor economy. This has been the situation of workers all over the world, a coal mine digger of Africa, a factory worker of China, call operators from India, cow herds from Texas, fishermen from Caribbean, oil miners from middle east, farmers from brazil and workers around the world are mingled with similar situations. A big Question is, are worker’s toil paid pence per pence? Since the productivity of world has risen up and the concept of global village is growing day by day, the theory of unifying workers throughout the world might seem possible. Perfection in any economy is never possible and the divides in the society will prevail for ever but the better working conditions, better schools and access to hospitals might sooth the pain of working class around the world. Every worker can work with the zeal to live a better life and work with an urge to move forward. Every government owes their workers for their hard work at least for today and at least for today those no- color workers are to be felicitated. Happy Labor Day.

Tala Todiyo

Batti nibhnu  ra tala todinu 
ekai choti bhayepachi
dos tala lai diu ya batti lai

Garmi badnu tara paani taparnu
hawa ma baaf ko matra  badhi 
tala ma khiya lagnu
dos tala lai diu ya khiya lai

Garmi badnu 
ciso banaune yantra haru thapinu
bichara  bijuli ko meter  ghatto jhai ghumnu
overload bhai batti nibhnu
dos garmi lai diu ya  batti lai

Bajar bhau badnu tala ko ni bhau badnu
 ma garib soon pasale  mahango tala kinna nasaknu
dos mahangai lai diu ki garibi lai

 Grahak ka dharauti haru pani tei sanduk ma rakhnu
 sanduk ma dusi paryo bhani budi le aagan ma lagi sukaunu
dos grahak  lai diu ki budi lai

Tala bhetinu sanduk  nabhetinu
budi  lai samjhaudai  bhaigo  alikati  paisa ta harayo bhanda
budi  rudai tyo sanduk aama la daijo diyeko soon ko ho bhaanu
ma  runu na hasnu ma parnu

Dos sasu lai diu  ki soon lai.

Birthday Month

I finally decided to write about the butterflies. The picture is the windshield of my Honda civic which looks dirty enough doesn’t it? The white spots on the windshield are of the butterflies, thinking of butterfly poops? no. these are the butterflies dead spotted. Every Thursday I drove back from my college doing my radio shift in the mid night and driving back to city became an adventure every week. Driving in the middle of the night along the country roads and between the forest lines was a different experience. And when I used to open my sun roof I could hear the roar of the road. As temperature was increasing day by day by March and April, I started noticing the butterflies flying around while driving. From the far distance the flying butterflies in the beam light of the car looked beautiful. The dark night and twinkling butterflies, it was a good sight. But as I passed them bang………… bang………… bang………… they stroke against my windshield. My car was at the cruse mode on 70 miles per hour. I braked but didn’t work. This happened every single night last month when I drove that road. I feel sad about the butterflies but there’s nothing I can do but whenever I drive that road during day time nowadays I remember those shiny little butterflies.

And I happen to have my birthday this month. I was getting older and older. I guess if time had stood still that would be awesome. I would still want to be a kid, restless and carefree. But time has to move on. It’s making me older and older. Next year I’ll be blowing one more candle from that birthday cake and this year it felt like everybody was shouting that I was getting older and older. When I was growing up I used to think a man of 23, 24 as a perfect man. Everybody respected and listened to that man. He knew what to do and what not. I used to imagine that man as a humble being and the day I celebrated my birthday I asked questions to me. Am I that man now? Do l have all the qualities that the man I saw had? Will I be heard? Or I’ve not been that man? but I just aged to that age? Though we don’t want, time will make us older day by day and these days past so fast that even if I want to rewind it I might get couple of frames out of it. Every time it started with Monday and ended in Sunday but it was shortage of time for me but I have come this far and became one year older than last year but factually one year is a long time isn’t it? I hope to make the best use of this year’s time.

Those amazing butterflies having a wonderful time were fooled by the lights of my car. They were attracted to it and they flew for it and the lights killed them. I felt sorry for them I wish I could do something but it’s out of my reach. And learned that we all are driven towards light, some towards Light of education, some towards money many towards many things. Like the butterflies saw the light and wanted to admire the lights and feel the lights. I have to admire the lights that I see. I am driven towards light to. Very firstly during the childhood wanted to be an actor worked for it made it somehow, then wanted to be a journalist that worked out to, then a big beam of light of American dream came and sparkled in front of me and I’m on my way  towards it. Seriously thank you butterflies for reinforcing my dream towards light.

It rained the other day and cleaned my windshield. Rest in peace creatures, u guys were awesome. I was listening to this song while driving that night so this song is dedicated to u creatures.

Bukhyacha  ra Kaag Haru

Mahan Kathmandu urbar parne
Bagmati, Bisnumati, Manahara ani Hanumante ka
Kinar ka tangin bhari
Hieud ka shyaat  jheldai
Chait ko gham khepdai   
Aasar ka monsoon  biruddha
Nedar  saalin ubhiyeka bhetinchan Bukhyacha haru

Hajur aama le junelo bhuttne hadi ko tauko
Baucha ko choto bhayeko lee ko pant
Dhungre khola le masan bata bagayeko baas ka bhata ka haat khutta haru
Ani  hajurbaa le dosro biswo yuddha ma fatayeko  estakot lagai
Bukhyacha haru sagaurab thadiyeka chan
Na roop ka
Na ranga ka
Bhukhyacha haru
Kaag haru dhapai rahe
Lokharke harulai jhukkyai rahe
Ani sajh sandhya ma  jadya bahun haru lai khickandi bani tarsai rahe pani

Yo jesth aasar ma kaag ka raja kagante le jukti sochecha
Hanumante ko bagar ma posila makai chan bhanne sunecha
Kagante darbar chadi makai chorna niskyo
Ani Aste ko khet ma ghumi rahyo
Sadahi jastai pahara di raheko bukhachya
Kaag khet ma chirna lageko heridai thiyo
Kagannte khet ma pasyo
Aafu lai dhekera ni  nadaraune kaag lai
Bukhyacha sodhcha
Timilai ma deki dar lagdaina???
Ma bukhyacha hu…..!!!!!
Kagante mitho swor ma, 
“Timi jasti ramri bukhyacha sanga ko daraucha
Timi yeti ramri chau…
Pari jasti, malai ta timi dekhera daya lagyo
Timiro yesto gahu goro anuhar gham le kalo banai sakyo
Timro gar gahana pani sab batas le udai sakyo
Timra komal hat pau haru tusaro le khi ei sakyo
Ani  jhari le timra sunaula kapal haru pani bigarisakyo
Timi ta bastab ma mero darbar ki aapsara jasti chau
Yo sab suni bhukhycha makka parcha
Ani makai diye ma bhukyacha lai darbar ma lagi rani banune baacha ni garcha
Yesari kaag ka jhunda haru makai osardai gaye
Bhuckhyacha  rani banne sapana ma thie
Makai napakdai sabai sakiye
Ani kaag haru farki aayenan
Na kaagante nai aayo
Kisan le makai payena
Khet khanyo aarko bali lai
Ani bhukhyacha lai jalai diyo
Chiso baas na ho, dhuwa khub udyo
Dhuwaa ko muslo bhitra kagante jaliraheko Bukhyacha lai
Heri rahyo
Ani aafu pani tehi aago ma homiyo.