Expect the Unexpected

“I have seen enough,” he murmurs walking down New Road Gate,
Stops halfway through and glances back at the shop,
The shop still as crowded as it used to be,
People waiting in line, pushing one another to be up front,
He recalls a famous quote, giggles and turns back,
“Ignorance is bliss,” he laughs and keeps on walking,

It was not long ago, he remembers the story on the shop,
“All over media, talk of the town,” he rambles,
He says, “Why am I concerned?” let it be,” and looks around,
For a moment he forgets where he was headed,
“Bit**s, man,” he overhears two teenagers talking about their failed love,
He sighs and whispers “Been there” with a wicked grin on his face,

He walks past Tundikhel, in a crowd pushing people around,
A scene he thinks one sees in a theatre after a movie ends,
Or in an emergency evacuation of a building,
“But, I see it every day,” he rants under his breath,
“Shahid Gate,” he almost bursts into laughter, “How many do we have?”
He thinks, “One is not enough,” and feels good about his sarcasm,

Singh Durbar, he remembers his destination, when an old pal pulls him aside,
He tells his friend, “I got to go now, lets meet up for a drink later.”
“Those MPs are not friendly,” his boss had warned him, “Be professional,”
He walks in with his ID-badge around his neck, and looks around,
“This is where the policies are made,” he feels proud that he is there,
To his utter dismay, he finds nothing but careless group of people,
A security guides him into a waiting room; “Got only five minutes left” his inner self speaks,
He pulls out a paper, and glances quickly, “This should go well,” he feels confident,

As he enters the room, he sees the person he never wanted to see,
He wonders for a bit, recaps and comes back to reality,
“He murdered two people,” he recalls, “I covered that story”
He is sure of what he covered in the past, but the present is still vague,
“How could this guy be the Chief in this office,” he ponders,
Few drops of sweats flowing down his eye-brows; he wipes them, and sits back,
He calms down, and takes a paper out of his pocket,
“So, how did you get here from the crime business?,” his first question was not what he prepared last night,
“No comments,” is what he gets back most of the time,
He panics for a bit, but recalls another quote, and giggles,
“Expect the unexpected,” he stands up, and leaves with a grin on his face.

Black Sunday

Black clouds, dark rain,
Lightning in the sky, and a heavy wind,
I sit down on the couch,
Facing the window with a cup of coffee in my hand,
Took a few sips, and stared through the window,
Rain still clattering with the concrete outside,
I kept staring at the fallen, dead leaves,
Naked trees, and their dead hopes,
I was restless, my heart pounding a little bit,
I wiped my brows, and kept looking through,
A ray of light flickers in the sky,
I gather a glimpse of hope; but clouds growl once again,
I could hear pouring rain, whistling trees,
My legs shivered, hands trembled, I could hear my breath,
The phone rang a couple of times before I could reach it,
“Hello”, “Yes, this is him,”
Before I could recall, phone fell through my hands,
Crumbled onto the floor, pieces scattered around,
My eyes just glued at the window,
Black Sunday was just about to begin, rain still pouring down,
I sat down with my hands clutched,
Tears streaming down my cheeks, clock still ticking,
“That ain’t true,”-I murmured,
Mozart’s Requiem playing on the background,
I collapsed onto the table, with my hearts shattered,
All I wished was this day to be over.

तिम्रो आँखा

तिम्रो याद मा यो कविता कोर्दैछु
तिमि त कहाँ बुझ्छौ र यो पीडा
समयले ल्याएको यो दुरी नियाल्दै छु
अनि त्यो दिन झल्झली सम्झना

निर्दयी त के भनू, तिमिमा हामी प्रति माया थियो र,
बिबशता खै किन भनू, तिम्रो प्रवृति देखेर,
समय बित्दै गयो अनि हाम्रो अविरल प्रयत्न
तिमि आउथेउ हावासरि ति मुटु फुटाईदिन,

तिमि अहिले कहाँ बुझ्छौ र यो कुरा, जब बुझ्छौ तिमि,
समयले डाडा काटी सक्नेछ, अनि क्षितिज पारि खोज्नु हाम्लाई,
हामी तेती खेर के गर्न सक्छौ र, केवल एक दर्शक हुने सिवाय
तिमि हुनेछौ हाम्रो स्थानमा भन्छन नि स्याउ कदापी अंगुर को बोट मुनि झर्दैन
अनि तिमि एउटा चिठी लेख्नु, माफी माग्न होइन प्रयास्चित को लागि!

In my own words

I ran after life,
I ran like a mad dog,
With so much attachment, so much ties,
Forgot to create a line in between,

Now, I wonder what I actually ran for,
I recall the moments, and regale the stories to myself,
With lonely soul solacing itself,
As a kid, I ran to be the one,
The one that parents wanted me to be,
The one that teachers always admired,
The one my neighbors wanted their kids to emulate,
And I wasted my childhood just like water poured in pile of sand,
As a boy, I ran to secure a future,
Sacrificing all my joys, and inner interests,
Had desires to travel the world,
Capture the moments in my eyes,
That I could reflect on to my future generations,
Did I get the time to do what I wanted?
Did I get it accomplished?
Sigh….sigh…Oh, I wish now, oh I wish…
Wish I knew future is uncertain back then,
My teenage days went just like that,
And in a flash I became an adult.

This metamorphosis was predictable,
Job, family, responsibility, and so on,
A voice would echo in my ears all those years,
“Did you get it done? Did you embark on your mission?”
I went deaf to all those voices,
Oh I wish..sigh…sign, Oh, I wish, there was still a time then,
Time to accomplish what I long wanted,
I just let it go with the pile of responsibility,
Now my role has changed, further designation were on the way,
Son, turned to a husband, to a dad, and in no time, grand-dad,
Sitting on a front porch, I roll in the swing,
With a vague memory of what I did when I was 30,
“Must have been 35 years”-my inner self replied,
My grand-son pushes the swing,
I close my eyes, and tell it to myself,
Oh, my dreams were just a dream.
Caught up in this world, caught up in the world of intricacy.

A Solace

Life was easier before,
Until you tagged along,
On the shores, green mosses,
Lichens that I could see through,
A hefty dive into the ocean,
I thought my heart blew,
Then a sudden- “Hi, How are you?”
I nodded, smiled and walked away,
I sat on a huge, cold rock, overseeing the white ship,
A gentle breeze whistles in my ears,
I lie on my back, and watch the sky,
Dark clouds juggling around the bright sun,
The sun tries to penetrate through them,
Fails, succeeds, and fails again,
Blue sky no longer exists,
I closed my eyes, and take a deep breath,
All I could hear smooth tides hitting the rock-bed,
My heartbeat slows down,
I pretended I could see everything,
Three little kids playing on the shore,
Jumping in and out of water,
Their screams, laughter reminds me of my childhood,
I strolled down the beach for a while,
To find a place where I hide,
My emotions, feelings, and the tears,
I gather immense pleasure in my solitude.

Beyond life

A cup of tea sat on the table front of us,
With an ash tray, and some tiny bits of cigars,
And those fascinating words flew like a river,
Persistent, flawless, and strong as ever,
And I got to see a glimpse of your life,
That has never been exposed before.

Like a flower with its broken petals,
An insect swings by to draw its nectar,
Only finds out the nectar has been dried a long time ago,
I tried to comprehend where it began but in vain,
I delved between the lines for long,
To only discover I'm still perplexed,

Slippery as the muddy road after a heavy monsoon,
And those green algae that grows on the rocks,
I trembled with every word of yours,
My heartbeat pounding as been never before,
I hide all my anxieties beneath my legs,
Yet your face was as tranquil as the blue ocean,
You took a sip of tea, and lit on a cigar,
A white cloud of the smoke covers the table,
I, anxiously, waited for the next word,
With my lips closed, hands clutched together, and eyes focused,
In fact, a sudden throb of my heart was enough,
To make me realize I was still alive.

The white cloud got bigger and bigger,
Your gestures, and words still as articulate as it could be,
I see your eyes squinted to avoid the cloud,
An intermittent change in your brow movement,
And those wrinkles in your forehead,
Captured my attention, and I focus on your face,
As your lips move and vibrate, I hear an echo on the background,
Your nostrils widen in between like a roaring lion,
Frightened as a lonely baby in the darkness,
I wrap myself in my arms, and an eagerness burgeons,
To see what you see through your lens,
It was not hard to conclude what you behold,
Inside that tranquility that exposes you to the outer world,
They may accrue accolade after accolades for your deeds,
But seldom care about what you went through,
I wish I could show them what I just saw,
A serene, life-full heart, filled with regrets.

Happy New Year 2068

Happy New Year 2068 to all Nepalese around the globe.

Motionless

I saw her face on the way out,

She raised her brow and glanced at me,

Those blue eyes, once so surreal,

Meant nothing to me, yet looked so shiny,

As tears fell down her cheeks, I just stood there,

She fell into my arms as if she has found her life,

I wondered what I have gotten into,

Her sobbing against my chest,

Thick brown hair all over my face,

I remained there as motionless as I could be,

Her kiss all over me, an utter silence that prevailed,

Smooth, sensitive hands ran over my neck,

Shaky murmurs, and those words of love,

Enshrouded the entire room, I'm still standing motionless,

No discretion was needed, no approval,

She just ran the show, an eternal enjoyment that came by,

Her sensuous touch beneath my flesh,

Made me shiver, and only to feel her grip tightened.