Wednesday, December 30, 2015

मायाको न्यानो

ए बेइमानी मौसम
यो कठ्याग्रिँदो जाडोमा
एका बिहानै होस्,
या मध्यरात
किन अल्झाइरहन्छस् हँ ?
किन तानिरहन्छस्
उनको सम्मोहनमा !

थाहा छैन -
प्यारो सिरक हुनुपर्छ वा
उनीसँगै भएको आभास

थाहा छैन -
छिनछिनमै टुङ् टुङ् बजिरहने
मेसेज हो या मनको घण्टी

सहरको तापमान झर्दै-झर्दै
शून्यतिर आइपुगेको रात
मन न्यानो पारिराख्ने -
भइबरको गफ हो ?
वा उनको सानिध्य न्यानो भएको ?
ट्विटरमा उफ्रिने रातो पान-पात आकार
उनको मुटु हो वा मेरो धड्केको ?

जतिबेलै गफिइरहन मन लाग्छ,
इत्रिरहन मन लाग्छ,
जिस्काइरहन मन लाग्छ
खोजेर ससाना निहुँ-
बाझ्न पनि मन लाग्छ,
फकाउन पनि मन लाग्छ

कहिलेकाहीँ ऊ भन्छे -
"लभ पर्ला नि कान्छा,
धेरै नबोल्नु मसँग"
-परेन भने ?
-मैले फसाएँ भने ?
म भन्छु, कत्ति जिद्दी छ्यौ तिमी
भन्छे, जिद्दी हैन ; घुर्क्याएको
आफ्नैसँग त हो रिसाउने
एकछिनपछि भन्छे -
कल्ले पो माया लाउँछ तिमीसित
तिमीलाई त फकाउन नि आउँदैन !

अविच्छिन्न चलिरहेछ गफगाफ
तापक्रम घट्दै छ बिस्तारै,
चिसो खुब बढेको छ बाहिर,
एक, दुई हुँदै थपिएको छ टेबलमा-
रित्तो चियाको कप
स्लो मोसनमा चलेको छ घडी,
टुङ्-टुङ् बजिरहेकै छ
च्याटबक्सको मसिनो घण्टी
बजेछ रातको साढे दुई
लौ के गफ गर्दै बसिएछ
सात घण्टासम्म लगातार !

मिठो लत बनेको छ अचेल
उसँगको न्यानो गफ
बेइमानी मौसम,
चलेको छ चिसो सिरेटो
उसले माया गरेजस्तै लाग्ने
मिठा मिठा गफहरूमा
हराएछु म
कुनैदिन उनले भनेजस्तै
परेछ उसैसित लभ !

बस् मुस्काइदिन्छु बदलामा म

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

सवाल - सरोकार

अक्षरमात्रै होइन
आगोपनि ओकल्छ कलम

लेख्नेहरूको मौसम छ यतिबेला
कोही प्रेमले लेख्दैछन्
धेरैले आँसुले लेख्दैछन्
समर्थनमा उफ्रिनेहरू छन्
छन् विरोधमा कराउनेहरू पनि
आँसु सित्तै निलेर
बगीरहेको -
तेलको क्यूबाट
के के लेख्नुहुन्छ सर ?
- आमा रोएको कथा,
- देश रोएको कविता,
वा मातृभूमिको जीवनी ?

त्यो अनुहारमा प्रस्टै देखिन्छ
रगतको नमेटिने दाग,
बेचिएको नदीको धर्सो,
र निभेका ताराहरूको टाटो
छैन केही गर्नुहोला भन्ने आस
आधुनिक हिटलरको
रित्तिएको ग्याँस चेम्बरबाट
सोधिरहेछु कमरेड,
कहिले पाउँछु मैले ?
-दमले थलिएकी आमाको ओखती,
-सुत्केरी जहानको आँत भर्न आगो,
र सस्तोमा दुई पोका नुन, तेल !

यो देशको माटोमा
तपाईँहरूको मिराज होइन
भेटिन्छ मेरो पसिनाको बुँद
रहँदैन भने मैले सिँचेको माटोमा
मेरो पसिनाको मर्यादा
सँधै तपाईँहरूकै पेट भर्ने
यो ढुकुटीको के काम ?
नागरिकता र राहदानी बेच्न मात्रै
राज्य भन्ने भाँडोको के काम ?

कमरेड,
भोकभन्दा ठुलो कुनै 'वाद' हुँदैन मान्छेको
मार्क्सवाद, जनवादका गफ नदिनुस्
सेटलाइटबाट बिजुली बेच्ने गफ नदिनुस्
अब साफसाफ चाहिन्छ जवाफ
सरकार,
कहिले बाल्न पाइन्छ चुल्हो?
कहिले खुल्छ नानीहरूको स्कुल?

२०७२/०७/२२


Monday, November 2, 2015

स्वतन्त्र: अर्थात् म

                                                                  -सौरभ पन्थ
यहाँ कोही स्वतन्त्र छैन
म कसैलाई पनि स्वतन्त्र देख्दिन
जाति/धर्मका वादहरूको अधीनमा छ देश
पुँजीवाद, कम्युनिज्म, ग्लोबल वारर्मिंङ्....
यतै रल्लिएको छ विश्व
हामी कोही पनि स्वतन्त्र छैनौँ

वर्तमान अडिरहेछ इतिहासको आडमा
इतिहासकै शरणमा
घुटुक्क निलेर रगत, पसिना र शवका टुक्राहरू,
बिर्सेछ आफ्नै विगत
त्यसैले अस्थिर छ वर्तमान, चलमल गर्छ
पोल्दैछ निलेको तातो रगतले अचेल

भविष्य ज्यूँदो त छ
आशा, सपना र सोचमा
आजको रित्तोपनालाई खुसीले भर्छ कि भनेर
झरिरहेको तारासँग वरदान मागेजस्तो
पुकारिन्छ, डाकिन्छ भविष्य
आफ्नै अस्तित्व छैन बिचरोको
तर हजारौं समवेद आशाहरू
छातीभरि सलबलाएर
त्यसैको भारमा च्यापिन्छ
यहाँ भविष्य स्वतन्त्र छैन

ऊ माथि हेर त-
सेता दन्तलहर देखाएर मुस्कुराएको हिमाल
त्यो स्वतन्त्र छ जस्तै देखिन्छ
तर कसरी छ स्वतन्त्र?
ढुङ्गाको भरमा छ, माटाको भरमा छ
पीरले कालो आँसु चुहाएको देख्दैनौ?
हिउँ पगालेर हरदिन नुहाएको देख्दैनौ?
बिहानैदेखि सूर्यले कुल्चेको प्रसव पीडामा
आफैले आफ्नो आङ बगाएको देख्दैनौ?
यहाँ हिमाल स्वतन्त्र छैन

जून टलक्क टल्किन्छ अँध्यारोमा
मानौं, त्यहाँ उसकै राज चलेको छ
हाँस्छ कत्ति गर्व गरेर
तर उसको पनि चमक स्वतन्त्र छैन
समय स्वतन्त्र छैन, दाग स्वतन्त्र छैन
के स्वतन्त्रताको कुरा गर्नु
अस्तित्व मात्रै पनि धरापमा छ जूनको
यहाँ जून स्वतन्त्र छैन

मैले नदी उर्लेर बाढी भएको देखेको छु
नदी सुकेर बगर- कबाडी भएको देखेको छु
आकाश छुन उर्लेको छाल
फर्केर सागरमै मिसिन्छ फेरी
अविरल बगिरहने इन्द्रावती
स्थिर बनेको छ समयको अधीनले
यहाँ नदी पनि स्वतन्त्र छैन

डोरी सहित उडेको चङ्गा स्वतन्त्र छैन
पानीको वहाबमा चलेको डुङ्गा स्वतन्त्र छैन
सोच देखि संकोचसम्म
पहाड देखि खोँचसम्म
अन्तरिक्ष चुम्न उडेको रकेट भन्नुस्,
वा बच्चाको आहारा चकलेट भन्नुस्
कोही स्वतन्त्र छैन
बल्छीमा तुर्लुङ्ङ झुन्डिएको हाम्रो गणतन्त्र
विश्वलाई चलाउने अर्थतन्त्र
स्वार्थपूर्तीको मनपरीतन्त्र
यहाँ कोही पनि स्वतन्त्र छैन

केवल स्वतन्त्र छु त म
कुनै वादको जन्जिरले बाँधेको छैन
कुनै आमाको श्रापले पोलेको छैन
म स्वतन्त्र छु
अबोध नाबालकहरूको रगतले
देशद्रोहको धब्बाले
पोतिएको छैन मेरो निधारमा
छुरा र खुकुरीबाट स्वतन्त्र छु
टायरको अत्यासलाग्दो धुवाँबाट स्वतन्त्र छु

म बतास हुन सक्छु
र छर्न सक्छु फूलहरूको मीठो सुवास
म हुरी हुन सक्छु
र ढाल्न सक्छु प्रतिगमनको बूढो रूख
देश बेच्नेहरूको आँखामा कुनै दिन
भर्न सक्छु तिमीहरूले बेचेकै नदीको बालुवा
म छातीमा राष्ट्रियता सजाउन स्वतन्त्र छु
म हातमा झन्डा उठाउन स्वतन्त्र छु
म स्वतन्त्र छु आफू हुनुमा
जात-धर्म-क्षेत्र सबैबाट माथि उठेर
स्वतन्त्र छु नेपाली हुनुमा
 

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

उसँगको भेटपछि..

अस्ति काठमाण्डौ पुगेको बेला
व्यस्त सहरको कुनामा
छुटेको  पच्चिस वर्ष पछि
अनायास भेट भयो ऊसँग
ऊ अर्थात् -
कुनै समयकी सहपाठी,
मेरी सबैभन्दा प्रिय साथी
र बन्न नसकेकी प्रेमिका

कतैकतै फुल्न थालेछ कपाल
रातो मेहन्दी राखेकी रहिछे,

अलिअलि मोटाइछे,

धमिला भएछन् हस्तरेखा,

उमेर पाकेका मसिना धर्सा
देखिन थालेछन् अनुहारमा

अझै उस्तै रहेछ -
माथिल्लो ओठको देब्रेतिर बसेको
मसिनो, कालो कोठी
पहिलेकै जस्तो आँखाको आभा
र पीपलपाते ओठको हाँसो
जसले लाठ्ठ्याएथ्यो मलाई
उहिले, उहिले

मलाई भेटेपछि निकै खुसी भई
नजिकै रहेछ घर
लगेर आफ्नै हातको मिठो कफी खुवाई 
- आफू र श्रीमान् दुवै डाक्टर भएको
- छोराहरू अमेरिका पुगेको
- जिन्दगी सोचेजस्तै सुखी बनेको
यस्तै यस्तै कुराहरू सुनाई

कुनैबेला सँगै पढ्थ्यौं हामी
उमेरका दिन थिए ती
अनगिन्ती रहरका चङ्गाहरू थिए
थियो- चमेली फूल जिस्काएर भाग्ने
बतासजस्तो बैँस !
सम्झनामात्रै पो भएछन् अब ती
कुन विवशताले हुर्काएँ होला
इकारसजस्तो सपना डुबेको जिन्दगी!

पहिले कविता लेख्ने गरेको सम्झाएर सोधी
अचेल लेख्दैनौ  कविता?
कसरी पो भन्नु थियो मैले -
जुनदिन छुट्टिएँ तिमीसित
त्यसैदिनदेखि मर्यो मभित्रको लय
र हरायो मभित्रको कविता

स्मृतिको छाल बढिरह्यो दुवैतिर
र फेरी सोधी -
तिमी हाम्रो कक्षामा भर्खर आएको बेला
मैले गाली गरेको याद आउँदैन ?

तिमीसँग बोल्दा साथीहरूले जिस्काएको,
जिस्काएपछि बोल्न लजाएको,

साइन्सको भाइभामा तिमीलाई सिकाउँदा
मैले गाली खाएको ,

आफ्नो जन्मदिनमा तिमीलाई
अरूलाई भन्दा धेरै चकलेट खुवाएको,

रात-रातभर फोनमा गफ गरेर बिताएको
घुर्काएको, थर्काएको ....
केही, केहीपनि तिमीलाई आउँदैन याद?

याद त कत्ति थियो कत्ति
भनिनँ -
तिमीलाई सम्झिरहन्छु हरपल
बाक्लै देख्छु सपनामा पनि
झन् कसरी भन्न सक्थेँ
उहिल्यै त भन्न नसकेको कुरा
म प्रेम गर्छु तिमीलाई भनेर


 यत्ति  भनेँ  मैले-
असम्भव कुराको याद गरेर के गर्नु
त्यही यादलाई बिर्सन त म
तिमी भएको सहर छोडेर पसेको हुँ गाउँ
आजभन्दा पच्चिस वर्ष पहिले

२०७२/०६/२५

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

The Bad Poetry


It's August 18, Bad Poetry Day. This day gives credit to 'bad' poetry; poetry that glorifies wrong doings, boring poetry or any kind of poetry that people see as bad. 

Here's what I could scribble.

For what truth
Lay in the eye of beholder
Beholding you is
The most beautitious
Its so ignititious
Even flowers would blush
Your backward compliments
Fill my head – like monuments
You tickle my fancy
I'd return my favor
You're such a ten
That I forget
How to count to eleven

And, oh if only the
World were open
To the joy of poems
That are broken
I don’t find
Anyone's poetry bad
Except for mine


Saturday, August 15, 2015

IN THE STREAM OF WOMEN ISSUES



An urge to write something relating women issues struck my mind after a conversation with one of my friends when she shared some instances of street harassment and insecurities they face/faced. Predominantly, these are the personal views on how our society silently nurtures violence.

The history of violence against women is tied to the history of women being viewed as property and a gender role assigned to be subservient to men. In our society, the violence promulgated along with shift of Hinduism from civilization to religion and institutionalized by socio-economic/political authorities established on the same base. 

By now most of these values have been time-honoured as a part of socialization. Exposed or somehow disguised, the remnants of patriarchy are common in society, that in one way or other cultivate the seed of women inferiority to the growing minds.  I'm aware many of us would not responsively agree to these views.
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Her father protects (her) in the childhood, her husband protects (her) in the youth, her sons protect (her) in the old age; a woman is never fit for independence. (Manusmriti, 9.3)

Like all the major religions of the world, Hinduism is also a male-dominated religion. Women play submissive role there. According to it, females were created as a part of duality in creation, to provide company to men and facilitate procreation, progeny and family lineage.

Evident from the division of duties prescribed by scriptures, a husband has wider obligatory duties than his wife. Females have limited freedom and live as a dependent entity in a household and society dominated by male members. They're never liable for administrative powers.

Although Hindus worship many female deities and women are extolled as Mata, 'the auspicious one'; the instances of discrimination are more evident. Hindu legendary female figures like Sita, Draupadi, Ambika, Kunta, Menaka not only exemplify the ideal conduct of women in public and private life but also reflect the hardships faced by women. Even Sita, incarnation of goddess Laxmi, had to bear the brunt of gender discrimination and public ire. 

Upon the death of their husband, Sati was practiced and wives self-immolated themselves on the funeral pyres of their husband. How inhumane!

On the contrary, men had freedom of multiple marriages or to keep mistress. Prominent members of society visited prostitutes and felt no qualm about it. On the opposite, a woman was kept in confinement and was not allowed to meet any men outside her family.
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Women constitute half (11587502) of the total population (23151423) in Nepal. Still, their status is vulnerable here. Violence against women in various forms is rampant in the country. Social pattern, discriminatory laws, religion, education, policy and patriarchal systems from central to the local level, especially the mind-set of the people have subsequently contributed in violation of women rights. 

Analysing the incidents in society that occurs against women, basically violence, it's seen that a background of one case of violence begets other violence. Here I'd mostly focus over the sexual violence ranging from street harassment to instances of domestic violence.
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Street harassment and sexual assault sometimes involving sexual intercourse, initiated by one or more persons against the consent, is common in our society. Public sexual harassment occurs on a continuum starting with words, stalking and unwanted touching, which can lead to more violent crimes like rape, assault and murder. It is about asserting power, and it communicates to targets that they are not safe. 

The consequences of these interactions are striking. People who experience street harassment are prone to greater body shame, preoccupation with physical appearance, heightened fears of rape, increase in depression, the limiting of social interactions.
The frequency of this form of harassment is both shocking and serious in its implications. At a critical stage of development, this fear hinders women's ability to gain confidence by completing tasks independently.
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Violence against women is a manifestation of historically unequal power relations between men and women. It is one of the crucial social mechanisms by which women are forced into a subordinate position compared with men.

Violence against women not only impairs girls' and women’s abilities to negotiate a better life for themselves but also impacts negatively on the health of the survivors emotional, psychological and physical; security; and, self-esteem.

Different studies in Nepal also show that the perpetrators in rape cases being reported over the last few months are teachers, neighbours and even close relatives. Rape by strangers is usually less common than rape by persons the victim knows.

Women are more likely to be victimised by someone that they are intimate with, commonly called "Intimate Partner Violence", (IPV). The violence is not always perpetrated as a form of physical violence but can also be psychological and verbal. Instances of IPV tend not to be reported, and thus true magnitude of problem is hard to estimate.

Unless we empower women and challenge the prevailing submissive culture, cases of violence will continue to go unreported, leaving women at risk of undergoing physical assault and mental trauma.
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Culture/tradition is something that acquires continuity as of public conduct initiated at some instance. Although, culture, tradition and religion have their own superior sense; they can't be observed detached from each other. The relative reference of one another is always essential in defining/describing them. 

Modern pupil are also outcome of those very social norms guided by religion. People who come from culture guided by religion view women to be inferior to men. Traditional definitions have nurtured women in a specific pattern cultivating notion to accept humiliation. General concept is that women should be gentle, pretty and appealing. Beauty sells better in the market than your intelligence!

Though cultural consumers may interpret it differently, the issues are in fact entangled. The society is eventually gliding towards capitalism and right here arrives the role of market to foster these designs to public. Inhumane nature is an innate characteristic of market. The sole superiority of bazaar lies in selling everything possible and it doesn't bother implications afterward.

Besides, almost everything being sold out in the market, be it products or commodities or ideas, gets continuity in the cultural name-base. One of the greatest potential of our societal souk is that it can sow traditional beliefs even while the consumers ponder progression. The contents in media can be taken to explain the point.
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Media are the most pervasive and one of the most powerful of the many influences on what shapes our view relating men and women. Woven throughout our daily lives, media insinuate their messages into our consciousness at every turn. 

All forms of media communicate images of the sexes, most of which foster stereotypical and limiting perception. Women are underrepresented- physically or mentally  which falsely implies that men are the cultural standard and women are submissive. 

An actor always needs to be robust, taller richer or intelligent than his counterpart actress. A girl as child is given a doll to play with, unlike her brother given with toy cars or guns. She is expected to show affection more to a make-up kit than books as she grows up!

Stereotypical portrayal reflects and sustains socially endorsed views of gender, emphasize traditional roles and normalizes violence against women.
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Cultures and traditions should transform with time. It's never obligatory to follow the traditions that once persisted in identical way till future. Tradition that cannot cope with traversing period detaches itself from life as a symbol and ultimately gets vanished. 


Shielded either by women generosity or hoary mask of male superiority, there’re many momentous challenges of existing as women in our society till date- veiled under their makeups and smile.

A step towards establishing society free from violence against women can be reserved only by renouncing traditional mentality. It's obligatory to stop seeing women as puppets if we want our mothers, wives and daughters to be safe around the marketplace. It has already been late for a paradigm shift.