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!