Sunday, May 22, 2016

SHE

She- She was art
The masterpiece, indeed! 


She was a canvas colored so bright
Warmth of the sun
Very definition of light
But insecure, she took a brush
And painted herself darker than the black,
Hoping to change: the way she was
Only then did she realize
She was already a masterpiece
Right from the birth
Created, unlike others, to be unique
And also she knew-
The most beautiful is often called bizarre!
She wasn’t just a girl

She was the storm with skin!

May 3, 2016

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Thursday, May 12, 2016

सपना

Few weeks ago, beautiful pictures of Rara flooded my timeline in Twitter and I could do nothing than write these broken lines to pacify the urge of reaching there. 


Rara at the dusk!
Photo by @Drishhya

सपना नै सही,
त्यो राराको पानीमा खुट्टा चोबल्दै
सुन्दै झ्याउँकिरीहरूको नबुझिने संगीत
पानीमुनीको आकाशमा अनगिन्ती पटक
बनाउँदै-फुकाउँदै,
फुकाउँदै-बनाउँदै
हाम्रा औँलाहरूको गाँठो
पोतिदिनेछु तिम्रा गालाहरूमा
डुब्नै डुब्नै लागेको घामको रातो लाली
समय यति सुन्दर हुनेछ कि
पल्लो किनारको घाम पनि
लजाएर- लुक्नेछ पानीमुनी

निम्तो स्वीकारेर आउनु
र आउँदा- आँखाभरी
उही ट्रेडमार्क मुस्कान बोकेर आउनु
तिम्रो स्वागतमा
स्निग्ध राराको जलघडा बोकेर
पर्खीबसेको मै हुनेछु

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Short Poems(1)

जिन्दगी

कविहरूले लेखे
जिन्दगी यस्तो हुनुपर्थ्यो
यो आउनुपर्थ्यो
त्यो हट्नुपर्थ्यो
मैले भनेँ -
तिमी आउनु ,
छेउमा बस्नु र हाँसिदिनु
जीवन यस्सै सुन्दर हुनेछ
....................................................................

मोफसलको चिठी

म बोल्दा बिथोलिन्छ तिम्रो निद्रा
मेरो कलमले खुब घोच्न थालेको छ तिमीलाई,
तिम्रो कुर्चीमुनी
जरूर गएको छ भुइँचालो
यति बुझिराख्नु
रगतको होली खेलिराखेर मात्रै
धेरै टिक्न सक्दैन तिम्रो सत्ता

ओ राजधानी, भन-
हाम्रा कविता बिरूद्ध
कहिलेसम्म पड्काउँछौ बन्दुक?
कति दिन मार्छौ हामीलाई?
कलमको आँशुले भिजेपछि एकदिन
चिसो हुनेछ बारूद
र फर्किनेछ तिम्रै छातीतिर
....................................................................

जुनकिरीको संगीत

म कहानीहरूको कुरा गर्छु
तपाईँ कहालीहरूको कुरा गर्नुहुन्छ
म प्रेम गर्नुस् भनिरहन्छु
तपाईँ पैसाले पुग्दैन भन्नुहुन्छ
म जे जे गर्छु
तपाईँ ठीक उल्टो उल्टो गर्नुहुन्छ
र भन्नुहुन्छ -
“क्यै मज्जा छैन यार जिन्दगीमा”
महाशय, ओ महाशय
आउनुस्
माथी देउरालीसम्म उक्लौँ
र जुनकिरीहरूसँग सोधौँ
कति उज्यालो चाहिन्छ
जिन्दगी बिताउन?
....................................................................

Earthquake

Come near,
Hold hands
And stare into my eyes
I can rebuild you
Into monuments
Bit by bit,
Piece by piece,
Block by block
O life..
O earthquake!
....................................................................

Heartbreak

I thought I knew
What real pain felt like
But I didn’t,
Until that day
When I saw the way
You looked at her!
....................................................................

Nostalgia

Once were there
craved slow touch,
shy denial,
surrendered blushes;
Then LIFE happened
leaving behind
these memories
that translates to hiccups~
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Monday, May 2, 2016

Things Fall Apart- Review


Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world!
            - W.B Yeats, The Second Coming

Things Fall Apart (1956) is a past-colonial novel written by Nigerian author Chinua Achebe. There must be very few literary enthusiasts who have not heard of it as this is archetypal 'modern African novel in English to have received global critical acclaim'. This is a stark and simple story of Okonkwo, one of the greatest warriors, leader and local wrestling champion in Nigerian village of Umofia. The title comes from W.B Yeats' famous poem The Second Coming.

The work is split into three parts, the first describing his family history, customs and society while the second and third sections describe aftermaths of influence of British colonialism and Christian missionaries on indigenous African society. 

The protagonist, Okwonko gains fame as local wrestling champion at tender age. He is strong, arduous and wants to dispel his father's image of being effeminate (who was coward and died with unpaid debts, outcast from clan). He works hard on his own and becomes brusque with three wives, children, and large barns and gains prestige among villagers.

On one such occasions he's selected to be guardian to Ikemefuna, a boy brought as peace settlement from other village to whom he grows fond of later. But later he ends up striking a killing blow to prove his audacity although the child seeks protection with his 'father'. The scene of Okonkwo's accidental shooting of young clansmen and his subsequent banishment is pivotal in the story. 

Upon his arrival after seven years, he finds his village blemished by the missionaries and he makes a coalition with some friends to stand against the atrocities of the Christians. Following series of tumult, he kills one of the missionaries when they try to halt villagers meeting. After murder, foreseeing the upcoming misery and offended with kinsmen, he commits suicide- the greatest sin against the gods of his people. He ends up being untouchable and outcast from his clan- something he strived lifelong not to resemble with his father. 

The plot not only reveals Okowonko's struggle and fall but also complex social fabric of people residing. The oral storytelling and rituals for planting, harvesting, and human passage sustain an orderly society. The proverbs are weaved in dialogue to clarify a point, teach lesson and mostly to provide humor. Although most of the untranslated native words are understood in context, some still create a distance between non-Ibo reader and the world depicted in the novel.

In a nutshell, this very interesting and succinct book is a story of protest and search of righteousness in part of African society. The complexity in situation and Achebe's masterful craft makes Things Fall Apart a classic novel. My recommended read for everyone once.